Office Hours, Wednesday, 09/05
It was the second week of formal fall classes, which Tyrion supposed meant he ought to start spending time in his office again. (He also suspected he'd feel better about his conversation with Jaime from the night before if he had some useful work to take his mind off it.)
He settled in on a pile of reading about great battles for the next week's class, occasionally unconsciously licking his lips as he did so.
Then he paused, deliberately brought a fingertip to his mouth. It wasn't his imagination; his skin tasted firmly, strongly, of pickled beetroot.
That was .... new.
[OOC: Open office hours.]
He settled in on a pile of reading about great battles for the next week's class, occasionally unconsciously licking his lips as he did so.
Then he paused, deliberately brought a fingertip to his mouth. It wasn't his imagination; his skin tasted firmly, strongly, of pickled beetroot.
That was .... new.
[OOC: Open office hours.]