Max was actually doing paperwork. Yeah. Talk about weird. But he'd gotten a letter yesterday that suggested he might well be recalled, and despite his natural tendency toward laziness, he didn't want to leave an administrative mess for anyone to clean up if he had to suddenly disappear ( Read more... )

Max was sitting on his sofa, feet kicked up on his coffee table, watching TV. And, predictably, drinking beer. It made him all reminiscent about the early days with Mitchell, learning TV and bar-hopping.

Good times, good times.

He'd considered going out, but, no, he'd do that tomorrow. It wasn't like he was spending all his time in his ( Read more... )

Max had been kind of lax about keeping up with his office hours this semester, mostly because things had been kind of chaotic.

But he was there today, just in case anyone wanted to stop by.

[Boring but open!]

[Follows this.]

And just like that everyone returned to Fandom, right back outside the office they'd original departed from.

But while all the people who had left through that office were back, the one they'd all gone to find was rather conspicuously absent.

Things had not gone as planned.

[For those returning.]

Max had actually had a productive day. He'd worked through his notes on his students and had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do next Monday. Then teaching some of his one-on-one kids (which was always interesting), then back to his place ( Read more... )

Max had been feeling antsy since yesterday afternoon. He did a little mental check and decided that it had clearly been far too long since he'd gone out. It was one of those kinds of itches, really. Not that he could do anything about that during his office hours ( Read more... )

Max happened to think that his class was going well. The students seemed interested and invested, and they payed attention. All of that was good.

And it was also a subject he knew well, so his prep time was pretty low. Which meant he could spend his office hours napping. And there was no way that that was a bad thing ( Read more... )

Max was settled back comfortably in his chair, and for once he was actually reading something. In fact, he'd made notes about his various students. You know, just in case someone asked about them ( Read more... )

Max's vacation had been... odd. He figured it was about time to head back to Fandom, though... He wasn't sure why, but he felt like someone had been tailing him through most of his time here in Paris, and it was a bit tiresome. Especially since he'd never spotted anyone ( Read more... )

The cafe was just around the corner from Max's (very nice) hotel. He was quickly becoming a fan of the place. Enough of a fan that they recognized him when he walked in. He even got a flirty smile from the waitress as he found a seat. He returned the smile automatically, but he didn't really mean much by it ( Read more... )