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.]

Comments

[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.