Office Hours, Friday [8/12]
Where had the summer gone? Anders had no idea, but it had gone much faster than he'd expected.
If he was prone to any sort of deep thoughts on the subject, this narrative would leave them mercifully untouched in favor of noting that he was considering this while sitting in his office, leaning back on the back two legs of his chair, rhythmically tossing his Pyramid ball against the far wall.
Well out of range of the box of cupcakes on his desk, of course.
[OOC: Office hours are, in fact, open if weirdly written today, and WHERE DID THE SUMMER GO WTF.]
If he was prone to any sort of deep thoughts on the subject, this narrative would leave them mercifully untouched in favor of noting that he was considering this while sitting in his office, leaning back on the back two legs of his chair, rhythmically tossing his Pyramid ball against the far wall.
Well out of range of the box of cupcakes on his desk, of course.
[OOC: Office hours are, in fact, open if weirdly written today, and WHERE DID THE SUMMER GO WTF.]