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Office Hours, Monday, Aug. 4
Aug. 4th, 2008 07:48 amTyler entered his office that morning with all the shame but none of the fun of being hung over. It wasn't that he'd been a bad kid -- he'd built a fort in Caritas, hung out in his house, helped fly a kite (okay, the rain dance was a little embarrassing), and built sandcastles. It was more that being a kid at all meant letting out some things he normally kept quiet (like, oh, his birth name), and he wasn't sure how to feel about that besides ashamed.
The one good-ish thing was that shrinking and growing had somehow healed the bruises he still had from his spar with Kerrigan.
His office door was open as he settled in and started work on the crafts projects he needed to do in preparation for that week's class. He was, at least, grateful to be big enough to use the real scissors.
[OOC: Open office is open.]
The one good-ish thing was that shrinking and growing had somehow healed the bruises he still had from his spar with Kerrigan.
His office door was open as he settled in and started work on the crafts projects he needed to do in preparation for that week's class. He was, at least, grateful to be big enough to use the real scissors.
[OOC: Open office is open.]
