Drax's Office Hours, Wednesday, May 16th

[deandestroyer]

The blackout was having very little effect on Drax at the moment. He preferred his office to be dark anyway. It made things seem more imposing. Having that forced at the moment would probably be a good balance to the fruit basket on his desk

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[saltandammo]

Dean racked his brain but couldn't come up with anything he'd done lately that would warrant a visit to any of the powers that be. And besides if he had, wouldn't it have been Zoe he'd be seeing?

So it was a very puzzled Dean that knocked on Drax's door. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

[saltandammo]

"Why? Are you expecting them to?" Dean asked, eyes narrowing assessingly.

[deandestroyer]

"What if I told you I was an alien?" Drax asked, curious how Dean would interpret the way this conversation was going.

[saltandammo]

"Dude, I kinda figured given the look." Dean shrugged. "You're not going to attack me."

[deandestroyer]

"Actually, I am from Earth even though I look like this and have spent several years in space," Drax said. "Never fall into the easy trap of letting assumptions rule you. With that in mind, what makes you think I won't attack you?"

[saltandammo]

"Well, one, Zoe -- Principal Washburn -- would fire your ass for attacking a student. Then my Dad would probably set your ass on fire." Dean shook his head. "So attacking me not exactly a brilliant move. Besides if you wanted to, you could've done it already when I first walked in."

[deandestroyer]

"You're right that I won't attack you. Your logic is faulty, though," Drax said. "If I wanted to attack a student for no apparent reason, it's not likely that I'd care about being fired. Also, I don't worry much about being set on fire. I've been through worse."

"I do have to give you credit for having a good gut instinct, though."

[saltandammo]

"Thanks. I think."

[deandestroyer]

"You're welcome," Drax said. "That's all I need from you. Have a good day."