Office Hours, Saturday

[onepunchguy]

With parents, siblings and... whatever the hell else was out there visiting his students this weekend, Guy supposed he should actually use that office of his for something more than storing his stuff.

If anyone wanted to talk 'sensitivity' he was their guy. As long as they didn't get offended by stupid crap, that is.

Best. Teacher. Ever.

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[emeraldcrab]

On the other side of Guy's desk, Kyle had made some space.

And was now hunched over, idly doodling on some piece of pointless class paperwork or whatever. "This place looks really cool," he said. "Well, outside of your office."

If you could call it that. More like 'storage space'.

[onepunchguy]

"What are you drawing?" It better not be something stupid, Kyle.

[emeraldcrab]

"Just something that's been in my head," Kyle said idly, and added a mural to the giant-ass overelaborate castle he was drawing all over... oh, okay, so it was a test form.

[onepunchguy]

"You can explain that to my students," Guy decided. "Better yet, you can come in and talk to 'em sometime soon."

[trains_poozers]

And that would be Kilowog wandering in with what appeared to be half of the breakfast pastry section of J'GoB.

Hey. Aliens have to eat too.

"Nice office," he said gruffly as he tried to squeeze himself into a chair. "They keep the brooms and mops in here when you're not here?"

[onepunchguy]

Guy looked around for a moment to check if there were brooms there. "I'm not Salaak. I don't do the office thing."

[trains_poozers]

Kilowog let out a small guffaw as he tossed Guy a muffin. "You'd have to get a few more arms and become a lot more anal for you to be mistaken for Salaak."

[onepunchguy]

Catching the muffin, Guy snorted. "If that's all it takes, I'm doin' something wrong."

[notsoreckless]

"Master Gardner?" Luke asked, poking his head into the office.

[onepunchguy]

"Guy's fine." Master. What the hell?

[notsoreckless]

"I'm Ben's father," Luke replied. "He gave me a copy of his schedule--you're teaching him how to be sensitive?"

If Luke sounded dubious, it was because he'd spent many months in a ship with Ben and was pretty sure he'd mastered how to be sensitive, and over-sensitive, and downright surly...

[onepunchguy]

"As much as teenagers are capable," Guy replied with a sigh. "He's maybe the least annoying of the kids at least."

[velcroscientist]

"Hi there!" said a man in a brown mechanic's jumpsuit with a patch that read "Friend of Jack Carter" velcroed to the main breast pocket. "I'm looking for a Guy Gardner?"

[onepunchguy]

"You found him," Guy replied, looking up from Kyle's weird little doodles on his stuff.

[velcroscientist]

"Henry Deacon," he said offering a hand for a handshake. "I'm a friend of Jack Carter. I was hoping I could check in with you and see how he's doing in your class."

[onepunchguy]

"Jack Carter." Give Guy a moment to mentally sift through the people who didn't belong there. Ah. There we were. "Probably one of the kids who need the class the least," he replied, taking the offered hand.

[itwaslogical]

"Mr. Gardner?" Amanda smiled as she walked in. "I'm Spock's mother."