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Office #30, Tuesday
Jan. 20th, 2015 02:10 pmAtton had put in some paperwork to get relocated to another office, and look, there he was. Perfect spot: as far away from the other teachers as possible so he didn't have to deal with them. And by 'not dealing with them', he meant he could blast music pretty loud without someone banging on his door or otherwise complaining.
He propped his feet up on the desk, eyeballing a holopad he'd gotten from Mira on his way out. Something something Mical payback something. Yeah, sure, he was terrified.
"Dadadada head like a hole," he hummed along, mostly in-tune.
Sure, he was technically opposite a couple of the classrooms right now, but they weren't going to use those, right? And if they did, well, Nine Inch Nails was good for growing kids. Character building. That kind of thing.
[[ door cracked, post open ]]
He propped his feet up on the desk, eyeballing a holopad he'd gotten from Mira on his way out. Something something Mical payback something. Yeah, sure, he was terrified.
"Dadadada head like a hole," he hummed along, mostly in-tune.
Sure, he was technically opposite a couple of the classrooms right now, but they weren't going to use those, right? And if they did, well, Nine Inch Nails was good for growing kids. Character building. That kind of thing.
[[ door cracked, post open ]]
