Office Hours, Thursday, 2/9

[halfman_lion]

Tyrion started his day with a letter from his father. He was in ... something less than an excellent mood as he settled behind his desk, trying to come up with either a suitable response to the letter or a lesson plan for the next week.

At least this week, the office door was open and there were no more dolls.

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[electrocynic]

Post-class, Electroclash was really just looking to get her pack of cigarettes from her office and be on her way (possibly to bother Don with texts, because that was fun), but curiosity had her poking her head in when she noticed one of the other office doors was open.

"Ooh, I didn't know they let kids have offices!"

... Stay classy, Sarah.

[halfman_lion]

It had been a while since someone made a height joke at Tyrion; long enough that he spent a second deciphering that was what it was.

"Why not? You must know they let the mentally deficient have them," he finally answered, looking up from his papers.

[electrocynic]

"Oh, yes, I've met some of the other faculty," Electroclash rasped, because she didn't falter easily, nor was she even a bit apologetic.

For a lady in a superhero costume, there was very little hero-appropriate about her manners. "Think the standards at this place are a little off."

[halfman_lion]

"I see," Tyrion said, looking straight at the lady in the costumer. He thought that if either of them were below standards, it was her.

"Does this visit have a purpose, or did you just need to remind me I'm still short?"

[electrocynic]

Electroclash raised an eyebrow at him. "You'd think after all this time you'd be less touchy about it," she said, tilting her head mock quizzically. Because she was a brat. "Oh, unless you've shrunk. I hear the island can do things like that."

[halfman_lion]

She didn't know it, but she was right; he was generally wasn't that touchy about it. Trying to deal with Tywin put him in a worse frame of mind.

"I didn't shrink," he said. Grudgingly. "Though I see the island stole your other sleeve."

[electrocynic]

"Oh, no, mate," Electroclash replied, glancing down at said exposed arm. "That's just fashion." She held her hand up. "Still got a cuff, see? Classic design, that is."

[halfman_lion]

"You're joking."

Said the dwarf dressed a bit like he escaped from a Renaissance fair.

"I don't understand fashion."

[electrocynic]

She snorted. "Yeah, I can see that. Where'd you come from, the sixteen hundreds?"

[halfman_lion]

"Two-nineties, actually, but my world counts it differently," Tyrion said, bored. "... you have picked up that not all worlds are the same as yours, yes?"

[electrocynic]

"Well, it's either that or half the people here being delusional," Electroclash shrugged. It was amazing how blasé you could be through the power of not really caring about this dumb rock she'd been exiled onto.

"Though I haven't ruled delusional entirely out yet," she added. "This could be a secret nuthouse."

[halfman_lion]

Despite himself, Tyrion laughed.

"If it's a nuthouse, we're the craziest," he pointed out. "We have jobs that make us work with adolescents."

[electrocynic]

"Well, I barely get paid," Electroclash pointed out. "I didn't even come here on purpose. I'm doing community fucking service."

Her accent made it sound like 'fooking'.

[halfman_lion]

"How did you get roped into that?" Tyrion asked, with some sympathy. "I came here on purpose. I was getting bored at home."

He couldn't comment on the money side of it; he barely managed to cash his paychecks.

[electrocynic]

"Improper use of powers," she replied, in the kind of nonchalant manner that probably explained why she'd just had to rope her TA into giving a lecture about superhero ethics in her stead. She had very few. "Assorted things like that. "

[halfman_lion]

"Assorted things like that," Tyrion echoed, with a little snort. "Of course you're another one with powers."

He was joking. And envious.