Bond's Office, Thursday During School hours.

[doubleohblonde]

Damn it all, after months, years even, of working fine, the blasted air-conditioner in Bond's office had broken down once again. And so, once again, he was holding office hours sans shirt.

At least this time around, it wasn't Parent's Weekend again.

[Open office, shirtless teacher.]

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[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

Kara was just wandering past, phone taking pictures of all kinds of stuff, when she glanced into the office and had to use the door jamb to hold herself up.

"Omigod. Do me."

Kara, dear, that was your outside voice, not your inner monologue.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was...going to pretend he hadn't heard anything.

"Can I help you?" he asked, in the exact same tone he'd use if he was actually wearing a shirt.

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so my husband and I have this list and I never thought I'd actually meet you and dear God, those abs aren't painted on are they."

Breathe, Kara.

[doubleohblonde]

"Not last time I checked, no," he replied automatically.

He had a very bad feeling about this. Doubly so since it looked to be the kind of bad you couldn't shoot.

[k3wlmom.livejournal.com]

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

Well then.

[doubleohblonde]

Well, that wasn't a disturbing reaction or anything.

"Were you looking for Dean Skywalker's office?"

He had no shame about making this someone else's problem.