Office Hours - Tuesday 5/13

[baskiceball]

Marshall was working on something important. Very important. He had Ted on speakerphone and both were singing to The Proclaimers. Just because the Fiero wasn't around anymore it didn't mean they could let their skills get dull.

"...To fall down at your dooooOOOOOOoooooorrrr!" Marshall said, using his finger to map out the pitch in the air. "Man,

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[neurotic_witch]

Chris was on a mission.

He had enjoyed his workshop yesterday and it didn't look like there was a TA for the class, so he figured he would offer his services.

When he finally found Marshall's office he paused in the doorway, rather than knocking on the open door, and kind of gaped at the singing.

[baskiceball]

Marshall was in the middle of his third round of singing when he spotted Chris in the door. After a second's worth of flailing, he managed to shut off his CD player.

"Hey!" Came Ted's voice from the phone. "I was going to put some soul into it that time."

"Er...Ted, I gotta go," Marshall said. He quickly hung up the phone. "Hey, Chris. Come on in."

[neurotic_witch]

"Sorry to interrupt," Chris apologized. "If your'e... busy... I can come back another time."

[baskiceball]

"No, I'm not busy," Marshall said. The fact that the only thing on his desk was a bag of Cheetos might've given that away. "Just talking to a friend from New York. Have a seat."