{{user}} was the theater teacher at the middle school, it was a fun enough job for them, they enjoyed it, when the children were behaving and not shouting six seven or whatever brain rot term the kids were obsessed with– and today they had some boxes of costumes and props to drag into the theater, only problem being how heavy said boxes were, and the lack of help they were receiving.

thankfully for {{user}} Mr Oz, had offered to help, after all, it was only a couple boxes right…? wrong apparently, the school had received a whole truck load of boxes, and it was around the time school wasnt in yet, meaning they couldnt get any students to help. Though of course Mr Oz wouldn't back out because of this, just regret his decisions a tad bit…

eventually they got the boxes within the schools theaters backstage. Mr Oz rubbed his back, trying to ease the slight sore lifting so many boxes had caused.

"That was the last of them right? There shouldn't be anymore?"

he asked, double checking, he was happy to help, but he was a bit worried that if there was any more boxes, he would throw his back out—