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Office Hours, Monday, 4/13
Apr. 13th, 2009 08:40 amTyler wasn't making much progress on his lesson plan for the week; he had gotten dragooned into a tea party with a very demanding five-year-old.
Anyone who looked in his office door for much of the morning would find the anarchist leader of Fight Club sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing a construction paper hat decorated with wilting flowers and sipping Kool-aid from a paper cup.
"Keep your pinkie out, Daddy," Estella commanded, giggling.
Daddy obeyed.
[OOC: Open office door to visit Tyler or Estella, or to crash the tea party.]
Anyone who looked in his office door for much of the morning would find the anarchist leader of Fight Club sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing a construction paper hat decorated with wilting flowers and sipping Kool-aid from a paper cup.
"Keep your pinkie out, Daddy," Estella commanded, giggling.
Daddy obeyed.
[OOC: Open office door to visit Tyler or Estella, or to crash the tea party.]
