Office House 9:30am - 12:00pm
Wilson was humming quite contentedly to himself as he made his way into his office that morning. It probably had a lot to do with the latte in his hand and the shirt that was a few sizes too large hanging from his slender frame.
Settling down behind his desk, he rolled the sleeves up 3/4s of the way up his forearms so that the fine fabric wouldn't risk an ink stain -he figured Lucifer would only be so tolerant with his clothes- and he settled down to work on some lesson plans while waiting for the other angel in his life to come pounce some tea.
[ooc: No OCD today but door and post are open for all!]
Settling down behind his desk, he rolled the sleeves up 3/4s of the way up his forearms so that the fine fabric wouldn't risk an ink stain -he figured Lucifer would only be so tolerant with his clothes- and he settled down to work on some lesson plans while waiting for the other angel in his life to come pounce some tea.
[ooc: No OCD today but door and post are open for all!]