Bond's Office Hours [Friday]

[doubleohblonde]

There was a problem with the heating in Bond's office today. Somehow or the other, the thermostat had gotten stuck at too high a setting, and to further complicate matters, his window was jammed shut.

So after propping the door open, Bond now sat at his desk trying to look as professional as he possibly could while working without a shirt.

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[justice_beat]

Coffee. Daisy needed...coffee. Or something. She certainly wasn't wandering the halls feeling restless for...companionship and wondering who might be in their offices today, too. Plus, she didn't spend much time actually in the school since she was just a temp in this workshop thing, so she was getting familiar with the place...

A glance through the opened door on her passing had Daisy stopping and then slowly backtracking to the office, because...hullo there.

"Hullo, James," said Daisy; she'd met him all but once a while ago, but her memory was impeccible when it came to very attractive blue eyed British agents, it would seem. "Do you usually work without a shirt?"

...She needed to hold office hours more often if that were the case.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond looked up from his computer.

"Hello Daisy," he said with a smile that would have been just as appreciative without any sex pollen floating around. "Not usually, but it does seem to be becoming a habit lately."

[justice_beat]

"I need to keep up office hours more often, then," said Daisy with a laugh, leaning a little on the doorframe with a tilted head. She didn't bother to hide the fact that she was certainly enjoying the view.

It was delightfully warm in here.

"How've you been?"

Besides incredibly hot right now.

"Besides incredibly hot right now."

...Apparently, her ogling had taken away her ability for internal monologue. Temperature. She could have been talking about the temperature in here. But she wasn't. And she didn't think she was going to claim she was, either.

[doubleohblonde]

Right now, Bond looked like the cat that had gotten the canary and the cream.

"I'm afraid the heater's broken," he said, standing and gesturing to the chair next to his desk. "May I offer you a drink?" Because we must be polite hosts, yes.