Vice Principal's Office Hours - Friday, April 20
Hades' robe was still ruined thanks Jo Harvelle shooting him in the rear end with rock salt. It was his only robe. Technically, he could have tried to fix it, but when it came to mending clothing, even his godly powers were sketchy at best. Tears in the fabric of reality? Piece of cake. Sewing clothes? Bah.
And maybe he just didn't want to. It was the principle of the thing.
He was in his office at the computer, figuring out what to do with his MySpace and wondering what to do tonight since he had the night off radio. Maybe watch Maude.
He glanced at Herman, the rubber ducky on the shelf. "Don't look at me like that. You know you love Maude too."
And maybe he just didn't want to. It was the principle of the thing.
He was in his office at the computer, figuring out what to do with his MySpace and wondering what to do tonight since he had the night off radio. Maybe watch Maude.
He glanced at Herman, the rubber ducky on the shelf. "Don't look at me like that. You know you love Maude too."