Office #33: Office Hours, July 9

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders had spent his fair share of time wandering through the teachers' office wing of the school building in his time, though most of it honestly seemed to come attached to some memory of getting in trouble.

It made this all the more surreal, pinning up sports pennants on the walls of the office -- his office, which was just insane for a guy who'

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[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had time to kill before she had to head into work. She'd heard however handwavily that Anders was back in Fandom. Of course she had to call and check up on him.

*ring* *ring*

[cantgetnorelief]

"'s Anders," he answered, picking up the phone after a ring or two. (He'd had to get the nails out of his mouth and put the hammer down.) "What's up, big sis?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"I was checking to see if you or a gremlin were going to answer the phone," Isabel replied. "How's the first week back going?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"Don't you go jinxing it now," Anders warned playfully. He dropped into his desk chair with little regard for the well-being of its structural integrity (it'd be fine, if loudly protesting) and put his feet up on the desk itself. "I've been watching out for the little bastards."

He kicked back from the desk and spun around in the chair twice. "First week went fine. Nice bunch of kids. When the hell did we get old?"

Oh, Anders, you're barely old enough to drink. Stop whining.