(no subject)
It was probably pretty unprofessional to be spending his office hours picking at the scab on his arm, but considering the fact that he'd once held office hours teaching curling in the middle of a frozen ocean, he figured most people didn't care. Plus, picking at the deadened tissue on his arm wasn't the only thing he was doing. There were a few papers laid out in front of him, various issues that the council was working on and Chris had spent time studying each of them.
He was also very careful not to get any dead skin or blood on the papers. Really.
His brows furrowed, Chris read over the path proposal that Klaus had brought to them and studied the map as his thumb scraped over the skin on his shoulder. He went a little too deep and immediately hissed in pain, looking to see a tiny bit of blood trickle down his arm. Muttering quietly, he reached for a tissue and dabbed it dry as he glanced at the papers in front of him again.
The path idea was a good one, he thought and knew the Council as a whole largely agreed. Of course, getting any of it done while the Island was pretending to be a jungle was going to take some time. Too bad there was no telling when the little personality crisis would be over.
Reading further, his finger resumed idly picking at his arm.
[OOC: Feel free to bring council inquiries to Chris or just stop by to chat. Or yell at him for picking his scab. For this unaware: Chris currently has a burn mark high up on his left arm. It's in the process of healing right now and, as such, is really pretty gross-looking at the moment. ST/LT welcome!]
He was also very careful not to get any dead skin or blood on the papers. Really.
His brows furrowed, Chris read over the path proposal that Klaus had brought to them and studied the map as his thumb scraped over the skin on his shoulder. He went a little too deep and immediately hissed in pain, looking to see a tiny bit of blood trickle down his arm. Muttering quietly, he reached for a tissue and dabbed it dry as he glanced at the papers in front of him again.
The path idea was a good one, he thought and knew the Council as a whole largely agreed. Of course, getting any of it done while the Island was pretending to be a jungle was going to take some time. Too bad there was no telling when the little personality crisis would be over.
Reading further, his finger resumed idly picking at his arm.
[OOC: Feel free to bring council inquiries to Chris or just stop by to chat. Or yell at him for picking his scab. For this unaware: Chris currently has a burn mark high up on his left arm. It's in the process of healing right now and, as such, is really pretty gross-looking at the moment. ST/LT welcome!]