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Office Hours [All Day, Monday]

Bond had had a far from unpleasant weekend, with the company at the ball being much less tedious than he'd feared, and Faith proving to be a most challenging sparring partner. Monday, however, found him in his office, overcome with an odd sense of restlessness, and while he could focus on his class plans, he really had very little desire to.

He just hoped this restlessness wasn't going to turn to boredom. Boredom was not a good mood to find Bond in. For anyone.

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"Just throw 'em a jeep and some bombs and a bunch of people shooting..." Kerrigan smirked at Bond. "Or a Vulture bike. Morning." She sipped her cup of coffee.

"Call it an exercise in concentration," Bond said, smirking right back. "If they live they pass."

"It'd be good life experience," she noted, leaning against the doorway. "God knows some of 'em can use it."

"Shockingly, I already have a list," Bond deadpanned, then gestured to a chair. "Would you like to come in?"

"Not like I have anything better to do this morning," Kerrigan snorted, and wandered into the room.

Ah, the room in which repression thrived.

Bond would argue against that, largely because he was also repressing the fact the was repressing. He was very skilled there.

"Already have the week's lesson planned, or you just prefer your torments improvised?"

"Had 'em planned last year," Kerrigan said, settling on the chair with her coffee, "Now I just go for whatever hits me." Which had absolutely nothing to do with being distracted.

Just like Bond's already starting programming on the mid-term had nothing to do with a need to keep things under control.

It was good to be in the office of repression.

"I imagine it keeps them on their toes," he said. "Stops them from getting complacent."

Kerrigan found the office of repression to be very soothing.

She sipped her coffee again. "Exactly," she said. "Get 'em a few simple missions one week, have them shot at the next. It works."

"And if they complain, point out at at least you're not using live ordinance."

"Which is the great advantage of simulations, yes," Kerrigan agreed easily. "You should send your class into one of my sims some time." Pause. "You wouldn't happen to have anyone called Adama in your class, would you?"

Bond grinned. "I believe that would be greatly beneficial to both our classes," he said. "Especially in terms of getting the point of concentrating across."

"Lee Adama?" he checked.

"Yeah," Kerrigan said, with a smirk. Then added, dry as all hell, "Hurt him. Hurt him good."

"A troublemaker?" Bond asked. "Or just slow to get the point?" After all, they required different strategies.

"Can't concentrate on doing his job," because school was a job, "For all the daddy issues he keeps dwelling on. He needs a shot in the behind every once in a while."

Clearly, Lee just needed to learn how to repress better.

"I'll do my best to help him correct that."

It was never too early to start repressing.

"I appreciate it," she nodded. "I promised the boy's father."

And look, another layer to the not-repressing Bond had going on. "Who's still alive, I trust?"

"As far as I know," Kerrigan said, dryly. "Boy's lucky."

"Exceedingly so," Bond agreed.

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