Office Hours

[amoralsuperego]

[has decided to offer office hours twice a week for any students interested in seeking out extra help with German--or for students struggling with the assignments he's been handing out in his culture-studies class on Gerhard Richter.  settled into the chair at his desk, he thumbs through a book and waits for someone to arrive]

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[amongmycabbages]

[It's after hours, and Veidt is on his way out of the school. As he passes Muller's office, he slows, and stops... What was that noise?

He walks over to the door, and listens for a moment, then puts his hand to the doorknob, turning it as silently as he can. He pushes the door open, enough to catch a glimpse of the whiteboard and Muller's desk in front of it.

His eyes go wide, then narrow to a thin line.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Veidt is through the door, and moving.]

[amongmycabbages]

[Once Veidt has Muller immobilized, he spares a glance over at Nelly, taking in the boy's condition-- his state of undress, the flush in his cheeks, the bruises starting to darken his skin. His lips narrow to a thin, white line, but he keeps his voice calm, conversational.]

Nelly? Would you go to my office and wait there for me, please?

[nellyjellybelly]

[Doesn't quite meet Mr Veidt's eyes, the color in his cheeks starting to shift from arousal to shame. He gets his clothes back in order and says in a very small voice:]

Yes sir.

[He slips past them and out of Muller's office with a single anxious backward glance]

[amongmycabbages]

((Veidt's office, to continue the conversation.))