[ Oh, how nice, he landed somewhere soft and kinda warm and-- heh.

Dizzy, Hanna starts picking himself up, not even registering the voice until his palm comes to rest on something squishy like a shoulder and he looks down, pushing his glasses back up his no-- ]

Ah-AAH! S-sorry, Professor--!

[ scrambles, tumbling out of the man's lap WITH ALL POSSIBLE HASTE, face turning as red as his hair. ]

> Catch his arm. "Hold on."

> Yell at him.

> Give him detention-- your office, after school.

> Oops, your hand just accidentally...