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doubleohblondeDamn 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.]
At least this time around, it wasn't Parent's Weekend again.
[Open office, shirtless teacher.]
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Date: 2013-07-25 05:48 pm (UTC)"Omigod. Do me."
Kara, dear, that was your outside voice, not your inner monologue.
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Date: 2013-07-25 05:58 pm (UTC)"Can I help you?" he asked, in the exact same tone he'd use if he was actually wearing a shirt.
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Date: 2013-07-25 06:05 pm (UTC)Breathe, Kara.
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Date: 2013-07-25 06:08 pm (UTC)He had a very bad feeling about this. Doubly so since it looked to be the kind of bad you couldn't shoot.
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Date: 2013-07-25 07:14 pm (UTC)Well then.
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Date: 2013-07-26 03:22 am (UTC)"Were you looking for Dean Skywalker's office?"
He had no shame about making this someone else's problem.