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Office Hours, Saturday
Oct. 2nd, 2010 09:45 amSo, Reno was perhaps dimly aware, after an evening spent dealing with every incarnation of every Turk he'd ever known to set foot on the island, that another point of this Parenty... Weekendish... thing was so that the folks (or annoying employers, as he'd had checking up on him while he was a student here) of the students could talk to the teachers, or some crap like that.
Which was why by some miracle, he'd managed to drag his ass out of bed and, after leaving a note for Rikku and Rude that he was going to be doing things that kind of resembled work, he shuffled his way to his office.
... Oh, so that was what his office looked like. Huh. Better than the one he'd had with the Turks. Maybe he'd have to start spending more time in this thing. But for now, he'd worry about what the hell he was supposed to tell any parents who wanted to talk to him about what the hell that 'Doomsday' and 'Rookiehood' and 'Unconventional Tactics' junk was supposed to mean.
There wasn't enough rum in his coffee for this.
[Open to visitors and students and whatever the heck!]
Which was why by some miracle, he'd managed to drag his ass out of bed and, after leaving a note for Rikku and Rude that he was going to be doing things that kind of resembled work, he shuffled his way to his office.
... Oh, so that was what his office looked like. Huh. Better than the one he'd had with the Turks. Maybe he'd have to start spending more time in this thing. But for now, he'd worry about what the hell he was supposed to tell any parents who wanted to talk to him about what the hell that 'Doomsday' and 'Rookiehood' and 'Unconventional Tactics' junk was supposed to mean.
There wasn't enough rum in his coffee for this.
[Open to visitors and students and whatever the heck!]
