Office Hours | Thursday | September 9

[flipped_god_off]

Loki wasn't sleeping during his office hours today. That in itself was an accomplishment. The fact that he was reading was an even bigger accomplishment. Of course, he was reading some historian's view of religious history and occasionally cursing and throwing the book across the room so maybe that was bad.

He just hated it when people who

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[onapalebicycle]

George should be getting lunch, on her lunch break, but she could squeeze this in. It had been bugging her, in the back of her mind, since she'd heard radio last weekend. Some teacher was going around claiming to be the Angel of Death, just to make himself look cool. It kind of chapped her ass.

She rapped on the doorframe. "Are you Loki?" she asked, before realizing she might need more than that. Stupid school with its stupid honorifics. "Professor ... Loki, or ... Mr. Loki?"

[flipped_god_off]

"Fuck that shit, just Loki," he said, glancing over his book. "I don't know who you are."

[onapalebicycle]

Okay, at least he wasn't a complete prick. Anyone who didn't fucking need Mr. Sir Dr. in front of their name couldn't be all bad.

Still.

"I'm new," George said. "Radio said you're teaching some class about ... being a badass?"

Making sure she had the right guy, first.

[flipped_god_off]

"Hello, new girl," Loki said, bringing his book back up even if he was paying attention to the conversation. "And I am. Tomorrow. Classes have already started but you're welcome to audit if you're desperate."