Office Hours; Office #29. Tuesday [ 06/08 ].
Today, Aquaman was trying an experiment. With the usual classical music to guide his creativity, he sat at his desk, surrounded by extra reeds and materials from yesterday's basket weaving class. His face was in a stern rigor of concentration, brows knitted, lip bitten, as his fingers worked to try to bend and weave the reeds together. His attempts thus far seemed to not only be unsuccessful, but borderline disaster, if it weren't for his glove protecting his fingers from all sorts of splinters.
"By Neptune's beard!" he found himself, on at least a few occassions, muttering, to no one in particular, not even the fish in his many fishtanks. "This is near impossible to do if not underwater! I have certainly discovered a newfound respect for open air basket weavers!"
He also possessed a great deal of determination, not quite ready to give up the fight.
[[ open door, open office, open post! ]]
"By Neptune's beard!" he found himself, on at least a few occassions, muttering, to no one in particular, not even the fish in his many fishtanks. "This is near impossible to do if not underwater! I have certainly discovered a newfound respect for open air basket weavers!"
He also possessed a great deal of determination, not quite ready to give up the fight.
[[ open door, open office, open post! ]]