Office Hours, Wednesday All Day
With finals fast approaching, Jean-Paul supposed it would be prudent to hold office hours so students could ask questions, express concerns, tell him he was a horrible person, you know, the usual. So Wednesday morning found him behind his desk, checking his e-mail. His inbox was full of messages from a blocked address, and he foolishly clicked one of them.
"X-MEN RPS?" echoed through the halls.
A little later, it was, "I WOULD NEVER!"
He was horrified, yet intrigued. It was like he couldn't look away.
((Open like an office with a horrified Quebecois mutant in it!))
"X-MEN RPS?" echoed through the halls.
A little later, it was, "I WOULD NEVER!"
He was horrified, yet intrigued. It was like he couldn't look away.
((Open like an office with a horrified Quebecois mutant in it!))