Bond's Office [Late Wednesday Morning]
His class notes on his desk, Bond was spending his time before class trying to at least find out what the problem was with his damned heater.
He was in the middle of examining the air vent when his hand brushed against something small, green and with far too many teeth that were quite quickly latched onto his wrist.
Swearing, he jerked his hand back, shaking off the gremlin. He eyed the row of teeth-marks with a frown, then started looking at his outfit with distaste. "I say," he said, his voice suddenly a lot more booming. "This will never do. I shall have to fix this immediately."
With that he rushed off.
[Establishy.]
He was in the middle of examining the air vent when his hand brushed against something small, green and with far too many teeth that were quite quickly latched onto his wrist.
Swearing, he jerked his hand back, shaking off the gremlin. He eyed the row of teeth-marks with a frown, then started looking at his outfit with distaste. "I say," he said, his voice suddenly a lot more booming. "This will never do. I shall have to fix this immediately."
With that he rushed off.
[Establishy.]