Bond's Office Hours [Friday]

[doubleohblonde]

There was a problem with the heating in Bond's office today. Somehow or the other, the thermostat had gotten stuck at too high a setting, and to further complicate matters, his window was jammed shut.

So after propping the door open, Bond now sat at his desk trying to look as professional as he possibly could while working without a shirt.

[Open! Not so much now as he's sliding towards NWS-ness with his visitor.]

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[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Coffee. Daisy needed...coffee. Or something. She certainly wasn't wandering the halls feeling restless for...companionship and wondering who might be in their offices today, too. Plus, she didn't spend much time actually in the school since she was just a temp in this workshop thing, so she was getting familiar with the place...

A glance through the opened door on her passing had Daisy stopping and then slowly backtracking to the office, because...hullo there.

"Hullo, James," said Daisy; she'd met him all but once a while ago, but her memory was impeccible when it came to very attractive blue eyed British agents, it would seem. "Do you usually work without a shirt?"

...She needed to hold office hours more often if that were the case.