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[fairerthandeath]

Characters: John Sheppard, Open!
Location: His office, burying himself in paperwork
Time: During the holidays, post-Wesker Plot obviously!
Content: Ignoring the cut and now GIANT BRUISE on his face! Actually doing paperwork properly to distract himself from Angela and what happened!
Format: Whichever!
Warnings: None for now!

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[ushiwaka_laka]

Yeah, it was a bit odd gifting people you didn't know that well. Waka did it anyways, since he was odd. With a carefully iced Christmas cake in hand, the student gave the door a light knock before entering John's office.

"Hey there-- Whoa!"

... His face. Oh goodness.

"Oh wow," He rudely commented. It was just... there. So noticeable. And so purple.

"Right, brought some edible holiday cheer." The writing on it said Merry Christmas, but with a "K."

[fairerthandeath]

John looks up, and stares in a mixture of confusion and amusement for a second -- then smirks a little.

"You know, you're gonna give me a complex."

He glances at the... Kristmas cake and his smirk doesn't stop. Waka, your enthusiasm is kinda charming.

"But, edible holiday cheer my mend my wounded ego. As long as there isn't some ulterior motive--" Mock suspicious face, go! "Did you break something?"

[ushiwaka_laka]

He chuckled lightly.

"Sorry if I do~"

Carefully setting down the cake, as he honestly destroyed a few due to lack of balance, Waka again laughed at John. It was much more lively, as he found this accusation to be incredibly amusing.

"Not that I know of, but should I be asking you the same question?" Yup, the teasing would never stop.

"I'm sure that face print wasn't there the last time I saw you. Unless I coincidentally stood on the "good side" of your face?"
Waka himself returned with a few scratches and clothing soaked in blood. Nothing too bad.

[fairerthandeath]

"Nah, I got it later. Courtesy of Wesker himself, he throws quite the punch." He shrugs-- "Nothing broken, though. And since apparently girls like the dangerous look, maybe it's not so bad. What about you, you ok?"

[usedairslash]

Stepping lightly down the hallway, gift tucked securely under one arm, Temari made her way to Johns office.

Seeing him at the desk, she leans a bit on the door frame. The dark bruise on her right arm going from her elbow to her shoulder, and the cut on her hairline above her eye glaringly obvious. "Feeling any better now that we're home?"

Something had to be up. He was actually unpacking and most of his paperwork was done...the world may be ending.

[fairerthandeath]

Glances up and half smiles, dropping his pen and leaning back thoughtfully.

"Well, I find the lack of giant cockroaches comforting." He studies you a second with concern, then... Teasingly adds-- "Did you get that cut treated?"

[usedairslash]

"As soon as I could. You?" Nodding towards your arm. Oh yes, she saw that Reaper get you.

[fairerthandeath]

Slides his eyes down to his arm and nonchalantly shifts it. "I sort of had to. Those things were... sharp." Which is guy speak for 'despite the fact that I manfully ignored it for ages I did eventually have to get stitches'. "But you know, I think this could be a new look for me. Maybe I can intimidate people into actually listening." No, he isn't subtly trying to shift the topic why do you ask.

Replies may be slow, but he's worried D=

[mutedbackbeat]

Derrick's holiday plans (not doing anything) had been interrupted with the various... happenings at the school and things brought on by his own carelessness. The student hadn't expected to learn his mentor had gotten hurt from the kidnapping ordeal when his exhaustion had started to wear. Whisperings of zombies and other such terrors did little to help calm his worries.

So, now Derrick was leaning against the wall, just out of sight of the door's opening, lightly tapping a foot, and wondering when and how he was going to check to see if his mentor was okay. (He was in his office; that was a good sign, right?) Sheppard's beat was troubled. Unfortunately, almost everyone's melodies were like that after what had happened. The school sounded pretty awful actually, which made the music hard to interpret sometimes.

's okay, I'm probably a little slow myself.

[fairerthandeath]

Never underestimate the guy with military training. He frowns a little, listening to the soft tapping, then leans back in his chair.

"You can come in, you know."

[mutedbackbeat]

Huh? How did he--? Derrick looked down to see he was tapping a beat again. With a mental sigh, he peeked into the office though the partially opened door before stepping in. Clean and the person (with a giant bruise on his face) at the desk was doing paperwork... it was like Derrick stepped into the wrong office.

"... Who are you, and what have you done with Sheppard?" Was Derrick attempting to joke? Even he wasn't sure. Derrick had yet to hear what a shapeshifter transformed as someone else sounded like.

[fairerthandeath]

John put down his pen carefully and attempted to look serious.

"He's in a safe place. All we ask is a years supply of popcorn in exchange for his return."

[livebymysmile]

"You know for a self-defense teacher you're not going to inspire much confidence in your students if you're always sporting such big bruises and stuff you know."

That was pretty much Duo-ese for hello, but it was something Sheppard should be pretty close to used to since he had the smart-alec for advanced self-defense after all.

"Lemme guess, you were on the rescue mission. Means I should probably thank you, huh."

He looked around the surprisingly neat room and did little more than grin and shake his head. Honestly Duo had a similar tactic, which is why his side of the room was actually clean for once.

[fairerthandeath]

Oh ten points, Duo, sore point there. His security apparently failed because people got in and took students, and his self defense apparently fails because some of his students got taken. He's not really inspiring confidence in himself at the moment either. He glowers a little, and very deliberately drops his pen back onto his desk.

"You're welcome." He drawls, then closes his expression off to apparent disinterest. "Anything in particular I can help with or are you just spreading Christmas cheer?"

[livebymysmile]

Hey now, those kidnappers had meant serious business. It wasn't John's fault that the students had been kidnapped. Those lackey's had been real pro's and if anyone wanted to talk bad about John's security for not being able to stop them well... Duo was more than willing to give them an ear full of reasons why it wasn't Shepp's fault.

"Nah, your door was open and I had nothing to do, so I figured I'd stop by. Never been a big Christmas guy, never had much to celebrate. You know?"

[fairerthandeath]

He hesitates -- then slumps back in his chair and gestures at the one opposite.

"Make yourself at home. I have cake. Kristmas cake." He indicates the one Waka dropped off earlier with a wry smile.

/lazy lazy lazy

[onlyendinpeace]

[ Combeferre instinctively knocks in a polite manner, hovering outside the door. He's here to check up on John's injuries, because he is facing some worries on account of not being here during the holidays. And he has been too all over the institute to have caught John in the infirmary. ]

[fairerthandeath]

[ John looks up -- fails to cover a huge yawn, tries to blink himself more awake and waves you in. ]

What's up, Doc?

[ Because he's so original with his awful jokes. ]

[onlyendinpeace]

[ Smiles wryly. ]

Just a small checkup, since I missed you in the infirmary, Mr. Sheppard, if you don't mind? I'll only take a few minutes of your time.

[fairerthandeath]

John's fine. I'm guessing it's my stitches you're after?

[ Pushes himself back from his desk and gets up. He stretches his arm and flexes it a few times, wincing and rolling his shoulder. ]

So far they seem ok-- [ Steps round his desk and drags his t-shirt over his head, glancing down at his left arm and fingering the stitches along his bicep with a wince. ] as far as I can tell. You're the expert here.