But we're talking kings and successions

[flameyobitch]

Name(s): Azula, Hades
Location: Hades Office
Week: 45
Time: After Class
Rating: PG-13 (just in case~)

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[whoaismyhairout]

Hades scowled deeply as he eyed all of the forms that were still laying on his desk. What'd a guy have to do to get some decent indentured servitude around here? He leaned back in his chair, using the tips of his fingers to roll slow circles around his temples.

"Oy, you ensare them in horrendous debt, make them cheat and steal, and what do you get in return? Procrastination. Teenagers."

His loathing for a certain irritating six year was cut short when there was a sharp knock at his door. He glared at the door, his hair flickering in annoyance.

"Office hours are closed," he grumbled.

They hadn't really opened in the first place, but hey, what did they know?

[flameyobitch]

On the other side of the door Azula smirked. "According to my time, it's not," she called through the door. "Or would you rather be inform the Headmaster that you're refusing to see a student?"

[whoaismyhairout]

Great. That girl with the awful lilt to her voice. Who talked like that, really? His sour mood only spoiled when he heard her threat ring out with all the sweetness of a centaur's hoof plunging through his temple.

"Who could refuse that charming attitude," he grumbled, as close to an invitation as he was ever going to get.

[flameyobitch]

The corners of Azula's mouth twinged. "I knew you'd see it my way, Professor," she spoke in a draw as she entered the office. Closing the door with a foreboding snap. The girl's smirk only deapened upon taking a look around the office. "My, you seem to have gotten the worse office in the entire school, Professor. Or did you actually like the leaks?"