Office #7, Monday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

You know what Reno had missed? Reno had missed his office. The one with the chair on wheels, and all the little bits and pieces of whatever crap newspaper clippings he had felt like sticking up on the walls. Sure, the pictures were gone. They'd been packed away years ago and he hadn't gotten around to hanging them up again. But the wheelie-chair

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[jaegerbomber]

Herc had decided to stop by Reno's office and check him out, and would be leaning against the doorframe, slightly amused, with Max at his feet, watching Reno spin, until he got noticed.

[raspberryturk]

And one more spin, and then a cackle as Reno put his feet up on his desk.

What? He was teacher. He didn't have to be mature or anything.

"Hey," he said, like he hadn't actually just noticed the guy in the doorway. "Coast should be clear if you have something you wanna come in for, yo. No runnin' people - or their dogs - over while I'm on the job. Not unless they got it comin' to them, anyway."

He had few rules, but they were still pretty decent ones.

[jaegerbomber]

Herc had done something very similar the first time someone gave him an office with a desk chair, so he was not here to judge. "Herc Hansen," he said, coming in and offering his hand across the desk for a shake. "I'm around the corner," he explained, "and I believe you're teaching my boy." Not that Chuck shared his schedule with Herc or anything, but he'd figured it out.

At his feet, Max barked once, and Herc added, "And that would be Max."

[raspberryturk]

Reno straightened his posture, less to look more proper, and more to reach back to shake Herc's hand.

"Good to meet you, Herc. Max." Another nod down to the dog. Because, dog. Reno was more a ferret person, but he could appreciate a dog that looked as though its face had met a few walls in his lifetime. "And yeah, your kid's Chuck? Didn't know his old man was teachin' here, yo."

Good to know. Take care of the Hansen kid. His dad knew where Reno worked.