Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2014-12-02 08:14 am
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Office #7, Tuesday
So, Reno really hadn't been here at all this semester, with a couple of exceptions. It stood to reason, with him, that almost a week before his final class was probably a good time to make an attempt at that.
Not that there was a hell of a lot of paperwork to be done, what with all of the hard work finished with back in Edge. Tseng had been more or less off his case the whole semester, which was nothing shy of a miracle. They weren't exactly going to be able to start anything new next week, and how the hell did you even give a final exam about public service, anyway? So mostly he was in his office because it felt as though he should be in his office, and as for doing actual office work?
Did drinking coffee and flinging pencils up at the ceiling until they stuck up there count?
[OOC: Open office hours! Probably Reno's last for a long, long while.]
Not that there was a hell of a lot of paperwork to be done, what with all of the hard work finished with back in Edge. Tseng had been more or less off his case the whole semester, which was nothing shy of a miracle. They weren't exactly going to be able to start anything new next week, and how the hell did you even give a final exam about public service, anyway? So mostly he was in his office because it felt as though he should be in his office, and as for doing actual office work?
Did drinking coffee and flinging pencils up at the ceiling until they stuck up there count?
[OOC: Open office hours! Probably Reno's last for a long, long while.]
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Aerith drifted through the school invisibly until she found his office (which she went through the wall to get into) and, still invisible, surveyed him curiously. He looked better than he had back when everything was falling apart.
He also looked dreadfully bored in her estimation.
She grinned at him, though he couldn't see it, and called down the rain. Aerith had been able to do this back when she'd been alive. Dying had only made her stronger. But this was just a small, localized rain.
Inside his office. Right on top of him.
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Karina had gotten that voicemail and, yeah, okay, so she was planning on ditching school for the rest of the week--Heroing obligations--but she supposed she had time enough to drop by and see what he wanted.
Like, it couldn't be about next class since he'd threatened to keep her back at the end of it, if she didn't show up now.
And he'd sounded angry.
Karina didn't like that, since she had no idea why, so she wasn't exactly at her most cheerful when she leaned in his doorway. "Hey. You wanted to talk to me?"
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