of appointments and probably doom...

[divineremnants]

Humming contently to himself a little tune, he was busy tidying his office for what was probably the first time since he moved in. Books were slowly being put on their proper shelves and papers were no longer building up in impressive miniature cities. He even had proper chairs instead of what he borrowed from teacher's lounge. Perhaps he seemed

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[badtouchingly]

[No- well, not until fifteen minutes after the appointment was meant to have started. Arriving fashionably late is Lotti's style.]

[Knocks on the doorframe] Oh Mr. Bre~eak. ♥

[divineremnants]

"Why Miss Lotti. I wasn't expecting you for at least another fifteen minutes~"

...or not at all, but that little bit went without saying.

"Please, have a seat. Could I get your some tea?"

[badtouchingly]

"How could I bear to miss that much time with you?" But her tone very clearly said that she would have stayed home and, oh, watched paint dry, or maybe read about the hygiene habits of sea urchins, than shown up at all, and not have felt any worse for it.

She hoped that's what it sounded like, anyway.

"Why not."

[divineremnants]

Even if that was how she meant it, he clearly didn't care. He still would twist words and meanings to fit whatever structure he wanted to play with at the time and let them rest in that new form, even if it was against the owner's wishes.

"What are the others going to say when they find out?"

Pulling out a tea cup, he poured her a fresh cup of what was, today, darjeeling tea. After setting it in front of her, there was another smile before he even went as far as to offer her one of the cookies that he still had left from the cafeteria.