Office Hours | Saturday | October 2

[flipped_god_off]

Loki figured he should at least make an appearance in his office since guests were crawling around the island. Not that he was a great teacher as exhibited by the fact that he was currently cursing while playing a hand held video game.

He was there though so he thought that showed some responsibility.

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[ponytailedturk]

It just so happened that Tseng had managed to get the names and office hours of her teachers for the semester out of Rosalind yesterday. Which, really, had been a simple enough task. It was all a matter of orders and the proper delivery of such, after all.

Naturally, his interest in Rosalind's... continued education was a purely professional one. But that didn't mean he couldn't look perhaps slightly amused at the display that was being put on by this teacher in particular.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

[flipped_god_off]

"You're not interrupting anything here except my continued decimation of this completely fake world," Loki said, glancing up as he did. "I can probably hit pause though."

[ponytailedturk]

"That would be appreciated," Tseng replied, the smallest hint of a smile flitting across his lips. "I apologize, I've come to speak to the teacher of one of the individuals under my charge, but I seem to have neglected to ask Rosalind for details on subject that's being taught."

Which, really, amused him all the more. She hadn't seemed terribly thrilled when he'd asked about her teachers in the first place.

[flipped_god_off]

"Oh, Rosalind, yeah," he said, pausing his game and tossing it on his desk. "She's the girl who really likes her fucking suits."

[cheerio_folks]

Judy clip-clopped through the halls of the school in her sensible heels. She'd gotten hold of Quinn's schedule; over her daughter's objections, she felt the need to meet the man who put the word badass in a class name.

"Mr. Loki?" she asked from the doorway. "I'm Judy Fabray. My daughter Quinn is in your class." She pursed her lips. "It has an interesting title."

[flipped_god_off]

"Oh fuck no, it's just Loki," he said, making a face. "No mister. That's not me. And my class is fucking awesome because of the title."

Loki wasn't about to curb his language for parents and guests. Sorry, Miss Fabray.

[cheerio_folks]

Judy's mouth made a little o. "Language!"

That was all she had at the moment, yes.

[flipped_god_off]

"What?" Loki asked, having not expected to be scolded. He looked up. "What?"

[theyredead]

Harold Weir knocked on the door of Loki's office. "Excuse me, Mr. Loki?" he asked, making sure he was at the right place.

[flipped_god_off]

"What the fuck is this mister shit?" Loki asked, glancing up at his newest visitor. "Just Loki."

[theyredead]

"No kidding, just Loki. No way I'm giving you the privilege of being called mister after that display. You teach my kid with that kind of language?"

Harold Weir was not pleased.

[flipped_god_off]

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Which one's your kid?"