Jun 03, 2010 13:01
Mitchell was going to head home in the evening. It wasn't like he'd been spending the past few days in his house being pissed at George - that would be giving him too much credit. It was more a sort of unwillingness to go back and deal with it if the werewolf threw another fit.
But he couldn't avoid the situation indefinitely.
Still, it was a Thursday, and that meant being in his office, going through lesson plans and trying to ignore the stupid reality programme playing in the background.
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time: office hours,
place: office #26