Office Hours, Monday, 3/16
Mar. 16th, 2009 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tyler_goneTyler was grateful, on his way to work, to notice the students were no longer quite so young.
The bruised feelings in his muscle after fight club was familiar, almost comforting, and Tyler gloried in the aches as he settled behind his desk to try to plan that week's lesson. He wondered if Ino would actually come by to apologize, but he guessed not; she was just as stubborn at 15 as she was as a child.
The office door was open.
The bruised feelings in his muscle after fight club was familiar, almost comforting, and Tyler gloried in the aches as he settled behind his desk to try to plan that week's lesson. He wondered if Ino would actually come by to apologize, but he guessed not; she was just as stubborn at 15 as she was as a child.
The office door was open.
