Office #18, Monday

[tyler_gone]

It wasn't every day you saw your imaginary evil twin walking around being his own person, and Tyler was still in a really weird mood as he entered his office. He kept expecting the first Tyler or Rusty or whatever name he had picked this time to show up and ask him if he'd ever been in a fight.

Really, if he hadn't summoned a student, he might have foregone office hours entirely in favor of QVC. As it was, he spent much of his time blankly staring out the window.

[OOC: Open!]

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[tyler_gone]

"Stop hitting when I say stop," he said simply. "And if you don't, there are very large men at the gym who would make you stop. I don't break easy, anyhow."

"Wednesday," he agreed. "Probably next week's better for me. Is meeting in the afternoon at Atlas gym okay?"

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Especially since that would let her get in a few practice sessions with other people. "That's the gym in town, right?"

"Um, I'm sorry you didn't like the pie?" She was sorry he didn't enjoy it, she just wasn't sorry they'd done it. At all. "What's Ino have to do?"

[tyler_gone]

"In town," he agreed. "On handwavy street, near handwavy."

"And I thought the pie was brilliant. Consider this my way of showing my appreciation." He did mean that. "Ino gets to help me make paper mache volcanoes for class Frdiay."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone's mouth quirked slightly in amusement. "So the ninja has to do art therapy, and the artist gets to try and hit you," she said slowly. "Devious."

[tyler_gone]

"I do my best," Tyler said, satisfied. "Try not to blow up any more pastry between now and next Wednesday."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"But I was going to get Mr. Murdock next!" she whined, wrinkling up her nose. "He'll think it's funny, I swear."

[tyler_gone]

"Don't explode any pastry near me," he amended. "Better?"

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Fine," she sighed, taking that as her cue to leave.

She paused by the door for a moment, eyes going unfocused for second. "How do you feel about glitterbombs, then?"

[tyler_gone]

That depends how Tony would feel about it, Tyler thought, then shook it off.

"Nothing explosive," he amended again. "Goodbye, Anemone."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone's only response was to start whistling the tune of 'If I only had a brain' as she went skipping off down the hall.

Nothing explosive still left her worlds of opportunity.