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Title: Office Hours
Characters: Open. Riza Hawkeye, and anyone that wants to come by.
Location: Riza's office
Rating: Not sure, but PG-13 in case of language.
Summary: Riza is setting up her new office and has left her door open, hoping to meet some of her new patients and coworkers.
Day/Time: Day 72, afternoon(ish)
Riza looked over her office, rather agitated by the sight of boxes scattered everywhere. It seemed so unorganized. She pulled her suit jacket off and dropped it onto the chair behind her desk, setting to work on the boxes with grim determination. She would not be able to sleep until the chaos had been brought under control. It would bug her. There had been an offer to help, and her door was open in case anyone wanted to drop by. Helping unpack books wasn't exactly exciting, but she could hope.
Blonde bangs were in her eyes, and she blew them away. Her pants were getting dusty, and she made a note to herself to give the entire room a good cleaning later. She did not want Black Hayate to start sneezing from the dust when he was around. It had been a good choice to wear a knit, sleeveless top with her usual suit. At least she could be comfortable while she worked.
Her desk had already been throughly cleaned and set up, a spot of order in the madness. Now she just needed to get all of the rest of her belongings put away.
Characters: Open. Riza Hawkeye, and anyone that wants to come by.
Location: Riza's office
Rating: Not sure, but PG-13 in case of language.
Summary: Riza is setting up her new office and has left her door open, hoping to meet some of her new patients and coworkers.
Day/Time: Day 72, afternoon(ish)
Riza looked over her office, rather agitated by the sight of boxes scattered everywhere. It seemed so unorganized. She pulled her suit jacket off and dropped it onto the chair behind her desk, setting to work on the boxes with grim determination. She would not be able to sleep until the chaos had been brought under control. It would bug her. There had been an offer to help, and her door was open in case anyone wanted to drop by. Helping unpack books wasn't exactly exciting, but she could hope.
Blonde bangs were in her eyes, and she blew them away. Her pants were getting dusty, and she made a note to herself to give the entire room a good cleaning later. She did not want Black Hayate to start sneezing from the dust when he was around. It had been a good choice to wear a knit, sleeveless top with her usual suit. At least she could be comfortable while she worked.
Her desk had already been throughly cleaned and set up, a spot of order in the madness. Now she just needed to get all of the rest of her belongings put away.