Drac's office hours had technically been yesterday, but Drac liked his office, okay? Also, Mavis was very unlikely to show up there and
find out what he was doing...
It had taken some fancy hovering outside the dorms, but Drac had finally managed to collect the Shrunken Head from Mavis' room. Not just a privacy sign and room guard, the head was intended to also serve as a point of information collection for the nervous dad. And extra set of eyes ears, brought along from the hotel to help keep watch over his baby girl.
It wasn't working so well. All day he'd been trying to get more than "she's fine" and "I was promised a vacation" out of the head with no luck.
Anyone coming into his office would see the poor count trying to loom over a rather feisty
shrunken head who didn't really seem intimidated.
"Your vacation doesn't start until I get your report."
"My report is that she's fine."
"That's not a report. That's a statement."
"No. My statement was that you're nosy and can't let the poor girl live her life."
"I'm not paying you to make judgements; just do your job or I'll fire you."
"Oh no. Fire me? How will I make a living. Oh wait. I'm just a head! I don't need to have a job!"
Why had Drac though this was a good idea again?
[OPEN! I spaced on office hours yesterday and so, la! Today the count is in. Any replies will be slow as I am at work and my browser hates on LJ liek whoa.]