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Office Hours, Monday, 11/12
Jan. 12th, 2009 09:05 amTyler made a pot of coffee, then started his day by paging through a text, taking notes on the explorers for Nathan. It was the other man's class that week, but he was still ready to add his questionable expertise.
He was also being driven insane by the chirping of a cricket who had somehow gotten trapped in his office. Tyler didn't object to bugs in theory, but it was a different story when they were loud and on his turf. Finally, he figured out that the noises were coming from underneath his bookcase. Glaring, he grabbed a dictionary and poised it on the edge of his desk, ready to swat at the creature whenever it emerged.
[OOC: Open office!]
He was also being driven insane by the chirping of a cricket who had somehow gotten trapped in his office. Tyler didn't object to bugs in theory, but it was a different story when they were loud and on his turf. Finally, he figured out that the noises were coming from underneath his bookcase. Glaring, he grabbed a dictionary and poised it on the edge of his desk, ready to swat at the creature whenever it emerged.
[OOC: Open office!]
