The slinder teacher had his hand in his mouth as he picked his teeth clean. Patence wasn't really one of the doctors refined qualities and the quite school was getting boring. It was odd to consider that this loner of a man missed the audence of his class, but the students were usually full of entertainment in one way or another. Bishop flinched as his fingernail slipped and dug into his gums. He sat up as he tounged his gums tasting for blood. The tinge of salty metal accommodated with the taste of red filled his mouth.
The fact that he had hurt himself in such an idiotic manner annoyed Bishop. He stood up and begain looking for his lemur, Atlas. He couldn't help but keep licking his lips as he contiued his search. "Atlas you damn monkey, where are you?" Eventually the frustrated teacher found his furry friend standing infront of a window with its arms spread out as if medatating. The sight of this was enought to leave Bishop dumbfounded. "You're a freaking weirdo." He said as he surrendered the idea of getting any kind of entertainment out of Atlas.
Bishop left his room to wonder the not-so-empty halls. There was plenty of activity from the excited ghosts roaming through the walls. The teacher knew all the spirits for the most part. A lot of them were as boring as the living , but Bishop always managed to surround himself with interesting company. He began to whistle a gloomy tune as he headed nowhere in particular.