Office Hours, Friday 05/29
For the record, Algren hated everything. Pretty much everything. There were a few things in life that Algren was rather partial to, such as whiskey, writing in his journal, and, should the opportunity ever arise, stomping heavily on the heads of gremlins and listening for a very satisfying crunch.
It was a shame he'd never had the chance, really. He would have liked to, today, what with the creatures roaming about outside.
"Couldn't have saved that one for today," he grumbled toward the wall as he halfheartedly poked at his plans for the next class. "When it would have been more useful than humiliating."
If one listened very closely, they might have heard a small, gremlin-ish giggle from somewhere behind the wall. There was no such thing as bad timing for a bite.
[Algren's office is open for any visitors. Yes, I'm totally poking fun at my silly little slip, yesterday. Mention khaki shorts to him and you will be cranky-Algren'd at. Mwah.]
It was a shame he'd never had the chance, really. He would have liked to, today, what with the creatures roaming about outside.
"Couldn't have saved that one for today," he grumbled toward the wall as he halfheartedly poked at his plans for the next class. "When it would have been more useful than humiliating."
If one listened very closely, they might have heard a small, gremlin-ish giggle from somewhere behind the wall. There was no such thing as bad timing for a bite.
[Algren's office is open for any visitors. Yes, I'm totally poking fun at my silly little slip, yesterday. Mention khaki shorts to him and you will be cranky-Algren'd at. Mwah.]