Office Hours, Thursday

[satedan_soldier]

Ronon was in his office, working on that final thing that still didn't mean a fight to the death, and eating warm flatbread. No, it didn't matter that he didn't know where it came from since it tasted good. The door was open and he was the opposite of busy

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[missed_the_gate]

Blame his small bunny eyes or that John was feeling a little hungover for why he hopped inside Ronon's office and not Anakin's.

John noticed the difference right away and sort of froze, not sure if he should scurry out or be polite.

[satedan_soldier]

Ronon wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the wandering animals he wasn't allowed to kill, but then, who'd miss a little bunny like that? Keen eyes stalked the animal as it seemed to pause just inside the door.

A stapler streaked across the room and slammed into the door, shutting off the bunny's escape.

[missed_the_gate]

Oh shit, John thought, furry feet scurrying to hop across the floor in search of shelter under the desk.

[satedan_soldier]

The bunny was quick, but Ronon was quicker. In an instant, he'd leaped the desk and reached out to snatch the bunny by the neck.

[momslilassassin]

Ben knocked carefully at the door. "Do you have a moment, sir?"

[satedan_soldier]

Ronon tilted his head to one side, not recognizing this kid from his class. "Depends on what you want."

[momslilassassin]

"I'm trying to figure out how to fake someone's death?" Ben replied.

[satedan_soldier]

"Why not just kill them?" Ronon wondered, waving the kid in the office.