Steve's flight had gotten him into BWI with just enough time to drive back to the island, shower, change, grab a quick breakfast, and get up to the school for the scheduled start of his office hours. He wasn't complaining, though. Even if he hadn't been rebuilt to be able to function for substantially longer than two days on zero sleep, he was ( Read more... )

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Steve was in his office all day. Really. He was reading one of his art books. His player totally didn't think she put up office hours when she'd forgotten completely, she swears.

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Bucky's visit had made Steve realize how very out of touch he'd gotten with his old friends in New York, so he spent part of his office hours today making phone calls (Sam promised to send more lox), and part of the time debating with himself whether it would be rude to call Don and ask him to put Thor on the phone while leafing through some of his ( Read more... )

Steve was seated behind his desk in the classroom today, since that was where the students' displays were. A sign on the door of his office should direct any parents or other interested parties who wished to speak to him here. He had also provided freshly baked chocolate chip, peanut butter, and oatmeal raisin cookies for anyone who happened by, ( Read more... )

Steve's guest for the weekend wasn't really the 'picnic' sort, so Steve skipped that entirely and came home after putting up signs on his classroom and office door, alerting people that he would be holding office hours the next day and Sunday afternoon. He had work to do at home, making up the couch and baking cookies. Bucky could use a homemade ( Read more... )

Steve was in a good mood during this week's office hours, and working on the preliminary sketch for a larger piece he was thinking about doing. His door was, as always, open to anyone who wanted to speak with him.

Steve was reading a book on the history of photography today during his office hours. It was interesting enough, but still not really his thing. He'd be happy to set it aside if anyone showed up to office hours.

((Open office hours are open! And quite late, shhh.))

Steve was in his office for his usual office hours. The door was open in case anyone wanted to stop by, and Steve was occupying himself with a sketchpad and some charcoal.

That e-mail from Sharon? Still unopened in his inbox, thanks.

((Open like an office that is open.))