Office 8, Thursday All Day

[olympian_herc]

Hercules looked a little less than happy as he began to pack up his personal things from his Kentucky Fried Office. It was with a heavy heart he was planning to depart this island, but Brooklyn needed him

Comments

[nookiepowered]

"You're leaving." No flies on this one. Also she got e-mailed about staff changes, as you do when you're supposed to be making sure there's no random chainsaw murderers roaming the halls, but shush.

[olympian_herc]

"Shortly after the graduation, yes," Hercules said. "I think there are a few students who might be upset if I do not watch them in their little caps and gowns."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I did not think I would get so attached, here."

[nookiepowered]

"You're telling me. I kind of feel like I've been here forever, but it's only been...since the last graduation, actually." Not that she'd attended it, but she'd been here for the island haring off around the world and into the past.

"Please tell me the gowns aren't plaid."

[olympian_herc]

Hercules shrugged, having no idea what the gowns were actually like. But he was smirking. "Are you not a fan of plaid?"

He was totally imagining her fully decked out in Scottish regalia, now.