Bond's Office, Saturday

[doubleohblonde]

By this point in time, Bond was convinced that either his office was cursed, or the gremlins were deliberately breaking his heater every time Parent's Weekend rolled around. He figured that in this place, either option was equally likely.

Still there was nothing for it, and anyone visiting Bond's office should be prepared for a blast of hot air and a shirtless teacher.

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[doubleohblonde]

"And you might even reply," Bond added. "If they sound interesting."

[electrocynic]

"Precisely," she said. "So in conclusion, I'm unlikely to bother."

Because few people could sound that interesting.

[doubleohblonde]

"And if they can't find you, it's their own fault for not being interesting enough." Bond could find no flaws in that logic.

[electrocynic]

Possibly because there was ultimately very little true logic involved. And she preferred it that way.

She nodded, firmly. "Seems best for everyone. No one wastes anyone's time."

[doubleohblonde]

"Time that could be spent doing better things." Like drinking with half-naked co-workers.

[electrocynic]

"Much better things."

And there was some more leering, like clockwork.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond felt so, so used. It was just terrible. Really.

"With more interesting people."