Office Hours, Friday 05/29

[shiroi_tiger]

For the record, Algren hated everything. Pretty much everything. There were a few things in life that Algren was rather partial to, such as whiskey, writing in his journal, and, should the opportunity ever arise, stomping heavily on the heads of gremlins and listening for a very satisfying crunch

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[sie_bruder]

There was a rapping on the door, and a dark-suited man stood there, looking quite stern. "Captain Algren?"

[shiroi_tiger]

"That would be me, yes," Algren replied, raising an eyebrow toward the man in the doorway. "Unless you're here to ask about gremlins, bees, or some unholy combination of the two. Then you'll want Tony Stark. He lives in town."

He didn't really recognize this man from the teaching staff or from town, so he was keeping his grumpy undertones to a minimum today. More or less.

[sie_bruder]

"Gremlins I've already gotten a report on, I don't care for bees, and I'm rather sure you're the man I need." Hilshire stepped into the office, standing stiffly at attention. "My name is Hilshire. I believe you are acquainted with my partner, Triela."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Your partner?" Algren's eyebrow remained raised, yes, as he looked over the man in front of him. "Come in. Sit down. What is it I can do for you today, Mr. Hilshire?"

Because he would like to get that over with, and then give this man a list of his own requests, damn it.