Office hours [Tuesday, October 10, all day]

[sith_happened]

Vader had a paintbrush and a few buckets of white paint.

And an all-black wardrobe.

Clearly today's activity--getting rid of the pink walls and happy face--was only going to end in tears.

Vader reached his hand out and the paintbrush began moving on its own, far away from his cape.

The hope was that the tears would be from someone else.

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[cat_in_the_box]

"What the hell happened here?" Schrodinger asked.

[sith_happened]

"Someone decided to get creative," Vader snarled. "There will be consequences."

[cat_in_the_box]

"I assume you mean something more sever than detention?"

[sith_happened]

Vader nodded. "But Principal Washburn and I have...an agreement. However, I am running detention this week, so it will be as unpleasant as possible."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

At some point in his painting, Wilson happened by with a mug of an espresso grade Jamacian Blue Mountain coffee.

It would probably be horrifically dangerous to drink but it smelled really really good.

For the record he wasn't trying to be sneaky -the scent of coffee would negate that- but he didn't try for the stupid small talk either. Just, put the mug down were Vader could get to it.

[sith_happened]

Vader nodded at Wilson and pulled the mug a little closer.

It was as close as he would come to saying thank you.

[auroryborealis]

"Good morning, Darth!" Rory trilled, poking her head through the doorway.

[sith_happened]

Vader spun around. "Lord Vader," he corrected.

[auroryborealis]

"I thought we might be on a first name basis by now," she said, coming in. "You can call me Rory if you want."

[sith_happened]

Vader stared at her for an uncomfortable moment. "Darth is a title," he said.