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Office Hours, Friday, 1/22
Jan. 22nd, 2010 08:42 amSo Tyler started his office hours in his normal way: Door open in case anybody was trying to find him, coffeemaker on, Motion City Soundtrack playing loudly to help him think as he toggled between different websites about the ontological argument.
It quit being a normal day in the office about midmorning, when a creature padded in, pulled itself up onto a comfortable chair, and stared at Tyler.
"Hi," he said.
The creature stared.
"Tony?" he tried.
The creature stared.
"If you're a person, tell me."
The creature chittered, hopped off the chair, and waddled out.
Fucking adorable. Fucking weird. Tyler was going to go back to work.
[OOC: Open office hours!]
It quit being a normal day in the office about midmorning, when a creature padded in, pulled itself up onto a comfortable chair, and stared at Tyler.
"Hi," he said.
The creature stared.
"Tony?" he tried.
The creature stared.
"If you're a person, tell me."
The creature chittered, hopped off the chair, and waddled out.
Fucking adorable. Fucking weird. Tyler was going to go back to work.
[OOC: Open office hours!]
