You woke to a hand shaking your shoulder. In your mostly asleep haze, you imagined it was Ludwig shaking your shoulder and urging you to wake up. You yawned and looked up. It was the janitor, you couldn't make out what his lips said, they were mostly hidden with a large bushy mustache. You blinked at him. Was that a string coming off of each end of it. Out of complete curiosity, you reached up and gave a slight tug on the grand 'stache.
With a little resistance, it fell off, and the janitor, who looked both angry and embarrassed began a long string of curses towards you. This time, you were able to make most of them out.
He was, as you could tell irritated that you had taken it off, in fact, he seemed almost panicked. He snatched it back and quickly fastened it to his face once again, but not before you saw one of the teachers turn the corner.
You recognized this teacher, his name was Mr. Carriedo, though he taught ELC to the Spanish-speaking kids. He smiled a large goofy grin and wave