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Another slice of disgustingly sticky cake slammed into the table Sinestro was sheltered behind and he flinched. A chunk of icing ricocheted onto his shoulder and stuck there.

Against the material of Sinestro's suit, the brightly coloured sugary substance was stark. He hated the contrast and he couldn't stand the feeling of the icing on him. It needed to go.

Just as Thaal was reconsidering every decision he'd ever made that had led him to this moment, like the terrible idea of becoming a teacher, a green blur vaulted over the table and hid beside him. There was a short pause as Sinestro side eyed the Green Lantern warily.

To Sinestro's irritation, said Green Lantern ignored him completely. Apparently, the Green Lantern was more interested in examining his own jacket.

Satisfied with whatever he'd seen on his jacket, perhaps the astonishing lack of icing, the Green Lantern glanced up and finally noticed Sinestro was there. "Hi!" A bright smile was offered in Sinestro's direction, one he did not return.

Of course Sinestro's mood was still sour. There was still icing on his shoulder and he was still in great danger of getting more on him.

"Not a friendly one, are you?" the Green Lantern asked. He stuck his hand out towards Sinestro. "Hal Jordan. Green Lantern of this sector. And you're Headmaster Sinestro. I swear, it's not usually this messy around here."

When Sinestro made no move to shake the Green Lantern's hand, the only reaction he got was a shrug. And then, to Sinestro's distaste, the human Lantern reached out a little further and swiped the icing off Sinestro's shoulder. It was licked off a white gloved finger and Sinestro wrinkled his nose. How unhygienic.

"What?" the Green Lantern asked and was smiling brightly again, almost laughing. "This icing is good stuff. I'd be out there fighting too but I really like this jacket. I don't want it stained. So here I am, hiding out with you. And I gotta say, you're not a great conversationist."

To be quite honest, Thaal didn't really care what this human thought of him and his upper lip curled slightly. Still, he couldn't help but suggest, because it was so obvious to him, "You are in possession of the most powerful weapon in the universe. Surely it can protect you from the icing. Somewhere that isn't near me."

Halfway through sucking icing off his finger, Hal Jordan paused and his eyes widened in shock. "Wow, I didn't think of that. You're totally right. I could just use my ring."

Instead of doing as Sinestro had suggested, the human fool went right back to sucking icing off his finger. How he could eat the stuff, Thaal had no idea. Surely it was full of germs from being tossed across the room, and hardly a healthy meal regardless.

Hal's face fell. "But wait," he said, holding up a hand. "If I use my ring to protect my clothing, that would be for personal use. My ring is for fighting crime only."

Apparently deep in thought over this conundrum, Hal tapped his fingers against his own knee. Cake smacked into the floor nearby and a speck of icing flew off, attaching itself to Sinestro's cheek. It was disgusting.

Furiously, Sinestro wiped the icing from his cheek and it ended up smeared on his finger. "You should try some," the Green Lantern advised. "Sugar always makes people feel better. Unless it's bad for aliens. Ring, is sugar bad for my hot alien friend here? No? See, it's perfectly alright to try."

Unconvinced, Sinestro grasped Hal's hand and pulled it towards him. He wiped the icing from his finger onto the palm of Hal's hand. "You can have it, since you like it so much."

Without much preamble, Hal licked up the icing from his palm and then eyed up Sinestro's finger as though considering licking the remnants of icing from there too. Pointedly, Sinestro pulled his finger out of reach and curled his hand into a loose fist. He did not want the human's saliva on him. That was worse than icing.

Noticing the action, Hal smirked at him. "I wasn't going to do it," he assured and sat back comfortably against the table. "Even if you're like, the hottest alien teacher I've ever seen. How do I transfer? Right now."

"Truly?" Sinestro murmured, the scheming part of his brain leaping into action. If he could train a Green Lantern, he would surely have great power and that was a tempting idea. Of course, it could also just cause him trouble in the end. But he was prepared to risk it.

Visibly, Hal reconsidered, lips twisting into a thoughtful frown. "I'd have to leave my friends and they'd be lost without me. They wouldn't want to transfer too. Oh, well." Hal shrugged. "It was a fun idea." He didn't seem all that disappointed. "I could probably learn a lot from you though, couldn't I? How long have you been a Lantern? You don't obey any of the Guardians' stupid rules, do you?"

"Of course not," Sinestro boasted, always eager to show people how much better he was than the Guardians and their Corps. "I am bound only by my own limitations. Of which I have very few, if any at all. If you do wish to learn from me, that could be arranged." Why shouldn't he pass on his expertise, show up how useless the Guardians were? "You wouldn't need to transfer."

"Now we're talking." Hal seemed very open to the idea. "How about we discuss it after all this is over? Once my school has completely annihilated yours in this competition. Come find me. Or I'll come find you." Again, Hal smirked.

This human was very confident, not at all what Thaal would expect. But then, he could not forget that this human was a Green Lantern, despite his youth.

"Very well," Sinestro agreed. He'd forgotten all about the horrible situation he was in. Perhaps his decision to become a teacher had not been so foolish. Certainly not if he had what appeared to be such a competent student to train.

There was a small way to gain the favour of the Green Lantern here and Sinestro offered, "If you wish to join in the food fight, leave your jacket with me. I can return it to you later."

Smiling once again, Hal accepted the suggestion, "That's a great idea! Hang on." Carefully, Hal pulled his arms out of the jacket and handed it over. "Don't lose it," he warned. "I'll see you later."

With a quick wave, Hal vaulted back over the table and into the fray. Though back to huddling behind the table by himself, Sinestro was left in a considerably lighter mood. In the end, coming here had most certainly worth it.