Office #7, Monday Afternoon
You know what Reno had missed? Reno had missed his office. The one with the chair on wheels, and all the little bits and pieces of whatever crap newspaper clippings he had felt like sticking up on the walls. Sure, the pictures were gone. They'd been packed away years ago and he hadn't gotten around to hanging them up again. But the wheelie-chair?
Reno was going to take some time before working on his lesson plan for this week (a long lecture on exactly why the human race was probably going to end up extinct in their hands, thank you chaotic last class of thank-the-gods-that-wasn't-really-doomsday) to just sit down, appreciate being back in his own office space, and...
... spin in circles for a bit. Maybe play bumper cars with his chair against that wall, there, and hope they were thick enough that he wasn't disturbing whoever worked on the other side of it.
Shut up. Office chairs were fucking awesome.
[OOC: Door and post are open! Reno is completely mature, you guys.]
Reno was going to take some time before working on his lesson plan for this week (a long lecture on exactly why the human race was probably going to end up extinct in their hands, thank you chaotic last class of thank-the-gods-that-wasn't-really-doomsday) to just sit down, appreciate being back in his own office space, and...
... spin in circles for a bit. Maybe play bumper cars with his chair against that wall, there, and hope they were thick enough that he wasn't disturbing whoever worked on the other side of it.
Shut up. Office chairs were fucking awesome.
[OOC: Door and post are open! Reno is completely mature, you guys.]