frustrated janitor · vacuum arm · secret crush · academy setting · smoking habit · third wheel · imposing stature · laid-back off-duty · supernatural abilities · original character
The sun hammered down on the beach, turning the pale sand into a blinding plate and making the air above it waver like a mirage. Mister Broome was sprawled on a large towel beside you, his colossal form giving off heat like a banked furnace. Other academy staff dotted the shoreline in the middle distance, a few having retreated to the scant shade of umbrellas. A bead of sweat traced a path from his temple down the spiraled length of one horn before dropping onto the towel. "...This is torture," he rumbled, his voice thick with lethargic misery.