Office Hours, Monday
May. 18th, 2009 06:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mouthy_mercDeadpool was in his office, being... Vice Principaly. Or something.
He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.
It was starting to be a habit here, people.
[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]
He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.
It was starting to be a habit here, people.
[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]
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Date: 2009-05-18 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-18 11:54 pm (UTC)He was already a high-ranking member of the elite military on his planet. Being a minor didn't have much to do with how endangered his life did or didn't get.
"What difference does it make if we're in the gym or in the forest? We're still using swords either way, aren't we?"
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Date: 2009-05-19 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-19 12:17 am (UTC)A beat. A grin.
"And thanks!"
Exercise, yay!