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[fairerthandeath]

Characters: John Sheppard, Open!
Location: His office... Again!
Time: Whenever you feel like it. Sometime during the day when he hasn't got self def class, or later! Tell me when.
Content: Paperwork! Network problems! Mentor stuff! Ignoring the cut on his face!
Format: Whichever!
Warnings: He's still a little cranky about his first encounter with

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[art_in_chaos]

Angela knocked on the door, but didn't wait for an answer. She was kind of like that. Opening the door, she grinned, holding something behind her back. "So, I know this has taken like ages, but I brought you something." She really looked like someone who was bursting with lots of secrets that were plaguing her to get out.

[fairerthandeath]

[ Mid morning then! ]

He's been awake a while now and started to get into the swing of this while office thing. Which means, he's reasonably alert when you turn up. He stops mid type and looks up, frowning in exaggerated thought.

"Is it an assistant? You know, a glamorous assistant would be pretty useful. I'm not asking for a permanent secretary, but just someone to -- you know, file a little. Make some space on my desk. Bring me coffee every so often."

[art_in_chaos]

"No, unfortunately, it's just me. But if you need me to do anything, I'll be happy to help, hun." She grinned, still hiding her hand behind her back.

She looks a little tired, because she totally has been up most of the night. But still with a cheery smile, she managed to make herself presentable. Revealing art is a big thing, duh. "The caf is open if you want coffee."

[fairerthandeath]

"Maybe in a bit." He leans back and gives you a curious smile. "So, if it isn't a glamorous assistant and it isn't coffee..." He pulls an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression again. Yeah, he'll probably keep making stupid guesses until you tell him. "Customized X-men uniform?"

Sometime before class? idk...

[usedairslash]

Stepping lightly down the hall, she looked carefully for Johns office. These muffins wouldn't stay warm forever, though she still hoped he wasn't in the office. It was one thing leaving a thank you gift...it was another thing to say the words. The time she'd spent with certain people helped her realize, she didn't really want to leave yet. If they'd found out about her tantrum...she would have possibly had to. Well, either that or be put in a cell. After a few days, it became obvious he stuck to his word and didn't tell anyone.

Setting the basket outside his door, she gave a short knock turning to leave.

Sure, why not

[fairerthandeath]

"Open!" Is the immediate response. Then, after a pause, he frowns and gets up. "Or, it should be --" The door swings open and he's facing the other way at first, then kicking something under the door to hold it ajar. He glances back -- down at the basket, then out into the hallway. Well... He half smiles teasingly. "You know, I'm not supposed to take bribes."

<3

[usedairslash]

Stepping away from the door as it opened, she crossed her arms in annoyance. "Who said it was a bribe? I just made too many." Okay, she was lying but he didn't have to know that. "If you don't want them I can always think of a few other teachers that would appreciate them." Taking a step forward, she reached to take back the basket.

[fairerthandeath]

Right, he should've guessed that'd be your response. He rolls his eyes a little and holds out a hand to stop you. "Take it easy, I'm kidding. They look very nice, thank you." He slouches against the door, frowning a little curiously. "So, what's the occasion? Not a going away present I hope."

After self-defense

[sword_and_rain]

He'd noticed the cut earlier in the self-dense session, noticed how he seemed to 'favor' it. Being a swordsman he knew the signs, having worked through enough injuries himself and seen enough on others during baseball and school. Teenage boys and wounds tended to go together rather well, unfortunately.

But that was beside the point. He'd gone to the infirmary and gotten an ice pack and some Tylenol. To others it might seen strange and shady that he was bringing these things to a teacher, but to Yamamoto it was his way of saying thank you for the lessons. Teachers deserved respect, and since John was doing all of this on his own time, volunteering, Yamamoto felt someone should thank him somehow, right? It's just how he was raised.

He came to the door and knocked before poking his head in. "Mr. Sheppard?"

[fairerthandeath]

Glances up, about to tell you it's open -- when he notices you've already found that out. He smiles wryly and waves you in. "Hey, sorry for the mood lighting. How're you doin'?"

[sword_and_rain]

"I'm fine," he nodded, coming in and closing the door.

He walked up to the desk, fidgeting for a moment before putting down the two items he'd brought.

"Saw it was bothering you today," he said, tapping his own cheek to indicate the cut. "Thought these might help."

[fairerthandeath]

He moves a hand to touch at his cut instinctively -- flinches, and raises an eyebrow in amusement. Caught. "Admittedly it's a little sore. Temari made me put antiseptic on it earlier. Thanks." He fishes around in his desk for a bottle of water and knocks back a couple of the painkillers, frowning at you thoughtfully. "How're you finding the class?"