OFFICE HOURS

[didntgetdadslooks]

Got something you want to say to your good friend The Professor's Assistant? Come on in, don't be shy! Her official hours are daylight hours - girl has to sleep? after all, probably - but if you knock on the door at night she'll generally answer. Please just make sure to leave the in-game date and time in the header of your toplevel!

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Comments

[didntgetdadslooks]

All that's back there is my room. Just a bed, a TV, a little kitchen, and a couch, really. Not a whole lot more than you guys.

[bolderfell]

[He blinks.]

You just... stay here?

[didntgetdadslooks]

For the duration of this whole thing, sure. I'm on duty, after all.

[bolderfell]

[He looks at her for a while, then lets his gaze wander over the office. It's nice, sure, and spacious for one person, but to always be in here or a room like theirs, and that's all?

As if avoiding her gaze, he returns his attention to her things and turns that liquor bottle a little in its place.]

Whatever this means, to you... I hope it's worth it.

[Maybe Angel shouldn't let strangers touch her stuff anymore, because when Therion leaves, the bottle's label is facing the wrong way.]

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ As he's on his way out, Angel sighs, picking the bottle up. ]

Me too.

[bolderfell]

[Well, lookee here. A small folded piece of paper somehow found its way under there, it seems!

And since Therion's not going to look back to see if she opens it or anything, here's what is written inside, should she read it:

In a prison, there are worse friends to have than a thief.]