Office Hours, Tuesday - All Day (3/4)
Glitch's shoes hadn't talked. They also weren't fighting each other anymore, or doing their level best to make him fall over.
There was still, however, a mysterious bounce in his step when he went to his office. He opened his mouth for a second, about to sing (for reasons completely unknown, even to the more aware synapses rattling around behind the zipper), then closed it tight.
No way was there were going to be any repeats of what had happened while made of straw, thank you very much. A few synapses fired off in solidarity at the thought. No singing, none, nope, not today.
The door was left open. Partly because he was expecting students, and partly because the threat of being seen or heard singing for no reason might curb the temptation to burst into song.
[ooc: Door and office are open! Please don't get him to sing. He'll regret it. A lot.]
There was still, however, a mysterious bounce in his step when he went to his office. He opened his mouth for a second, about to sing (for reasons completely unknown, even to the more aware synapses rattling around behind the zipper), then closed it tight.
No way was there were going to be any repeats of what had happened while made of straw, thank you very much. A few synapses fired off in solidarity at the thought. No singing, none, nope, not today.
The door was left open. Partly because he was expecting students, and partly because the threat of being seen or heard singing for no reason might curb the temptation to burst into song.
[ooc: Door and office are open! Please don't get him to sing. He'll regret it. A lot.]