Office Hours: Saturday, 3/12

[prof_of_cunning]

Disturbing as the prospect of meeting the progenitors of some of his students might be, nonetheless Edmund could be found in his office today, thankfully sans Baldrick.

Not, sadly, sans toast crumbs in his hair. There were apparently some drawbacks to encouraging people who weren't himself to throw food at actors.

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[inhumanlilsibs]

"Are you actually an instructor or simply a drunk like the other human?" Hello to you too, Maximus.

[prof_of_cunning]

Edmund peered down the length of his nose -- and his legs, since he had them propped on the desk -- at the newcomer, who was in no way a progenitor of anybody. "I assure you, were I intoxicated, I'd be a lot more pleased to see you."

[inhumanlilsibs]

"I sincerely doubt that," Maximus sneered. It bespoke practice in the mirror at being superior to all humans.

And his brother.

[prof_of_cunning]

"Well, if you've brought me some brandy, I'd be pleased to test the theory for you..."

Or he could just go for the bottle in his desk, but far be it from Edmund to waste free booze.