Office Hours, Friday, 6/5

[saveyoulater]

Guns.

Hard, shiny, long, metal guns.

Normally, Sarah thought agents who got turned on by their weapons were off at best. She took her knives to bed, all right, but she didn't want to take her knives to bed.

Today, she kept getting more than ... usually involved ... as she looked through her weaponry guides and reviewed what she needed to ask

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[thismaskiwear]

This was probably not the best day for this, but Katchoo, hangover and all, headed down to Sarah's office like she'd said she would, then stood quietly in the doorway when she caught sight of the weaponry guides.

Eep.

[saveyoulater]

"Hey," Sarah said brightly (with just the faintest feeling of being caught running through her brain) as she looked up at the girl in the doorway. "We were supposed to talk guns, weren't we?"

Guns. Not ... whatever had been going through her head all day.

[thismaskiwear]

In light of the very literal weapons catalogues, Katchoo shook off the vague notion that this whole exchange sounded slightly inappropriate.

"Right," she said, edging very slightly into the room -- it didn't seem fair that this was the less awkward choice of conversational topics today. "I'm not exactly a gun geek or anything, though."

[saveyoulater]

Everything sounded kind of inappropriate today. It was like that.

"So you didn't share in the family hobby?" Sarah asked. "Because you looked pretty comfortable out there last week." A pause. "Actually? I like knives better anyhow."