Office Hours, Sunday, 3/13
So Henry had been, shall we say, temporally detained yesterday. He made it back before the weekend was over; that was what mattered.
He was here in his office, listening to Jono bang around with comic books while he himself focused on looking professional for any parents or other guests.
It was an impression that might have gone better if he hadn't been wearing a Smiths t-shirt and thumbing through a stack of 1980s music magazines, but hey. At least these jeans wewren't the ripped ones.
[OOc: Open office hours!]
He was here in his office, listening to Jono bang around with comic books while he himself focused on looking professional for any parents or other guests.
It was an impression that might have gone better if he hadn't been wearing a Smiths t-shirt and thumbing through a stack of 1980s music magazines, but hey. At least these jeans wewren't the ripped ones.
[OOc: Open office hours!]