Office Hours, Monday, 4/6

[tyler_back]

Three hot showers, half a bottle of whiskey, an exhausting gym workout, and ten hours of fitful sleep after he had come out of the closet recovered from (un)life as a zombie, Tyler was back to his routine

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[flowering_mind]

"Tyler-sensei," she carolled, leaning in the open door and looking tired and in need of a shower but otherwise okay. "Can you explain why Ghanima-sensei says everyone ought to have learnt 'bout overthrowing evil in the last week?"

Yes, she could've asked Ghanima-sensei that. But Ino liked Tyler-sensei better. Teenage girl bias.

[tyler_back]

"Ino. You went away and zombies invaded," Tyler said, in a voice laced with sarcasm. "You missed a fun time."

[flowering_mind]

"Well," she said, contemplating that. "Does that mean I'm, like, a anti-zombie spell or something? Which is kinda depressing 'cause zombies sound a bit neat. Like, a convention of bands?" Maybe he didn't like the music? Or maybe Ino was just tired.

Ino was thinking more along the lines of the zombies at the bar.

[tyler_back]

"They tried to kill us all," Tyler said, so flat it might be hard to tell if he was kidding or not. "They bit me and I spent three days trying to kill people and eat their brains. I think the defense squad almost set the school on fire to get rid of them."

A beat. "You really didn't talk to anybody during Ghanima's class, did you?"

[not_ironmaiden]

"There's a helmet just waiting to be cleaned," Tony informed him, wandering on in to hunt for coffee.

[tyler_back]

There was a fresh pot, of course. Tyler practically had the stuff injected into his veins.

"You didn't burn it?"

[not_ironmaiden]

"Do you know what it takes to melt titanium?"

[tyler_back]

"More than you have here?" Tyler speculated.

He twirled a little in his chair, wondering why he always had such a hard time saying he was sorry. "I wish I hadn't tried to eat you. Twice."