office hours ; monday
Sam was busy getting his class together for tomorrow. He'd brought almost all his friends in at some point or another and was actually coming up short on what he thought people might enjoy.
He tapped his pen against his lip and looked over at Taco, who was curled up in a corner, with a plate of chicken in front of him.
"Is hot air ballooning an extreme sport?"
Taco just made a sound similar to purring and went back to lazing around like a lazy chupacabra. Sam smirked and shook his head, going back to his thoughts.
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He tapped his pen against his lip and looked over at Taco, who was curled up in a corner, with a plate of chicken in front of him.
"Is hot air ballooning an extreme sport?"
Taco just made a sound similar to purring and went back to lazing around like a lazy chupacabra. Sam smirked and shook his head, going back to his thoughts.
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