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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[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.