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Office #19 | Wednesday
Now that a new semester was starting, Bruce was back to holding regular office hours. It was a little different than it had been last semester, though, because instead of taking some time out of his personal time at the hotel to make himself available to students for a few hours, office hours were looking more like the personal time, while his time at 33 Apocalypse ran the risk of being a little more social.
That was fine, though, because Bruce's office was comfortable (read: spartan), and if he showed up significantly earlier than he assumed most students had an interest in waking up, he figured that he was guaranteed at least a few solid hours of introvert recharge time before anyone came by to bother him.
Uh. Talk to him. Not 'bother.' He didn't know why he'd thought 'bother.'
That was fine, though, because Bruce's office was comfortable (read: spartan), and if he showed up significantly earlier than he assumed most students had an interest in waking up, he figured that he was guaranteed at least a few solid hours of introvert recharge time before anyone came by to bother him.
Uh. Talk to him. Not 'bother.' He didn't know why he'd thought 'bother.'
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He gestured to Kenzi's origami flower.
"How are you?"
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In Kenzi's defense, Bruce's office was embarrassingly devoid of decoration. There wasn't so much as a photo on the desk.
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Not that he had anything against a good math joke.
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It had probably happened before. Deadpool and all.
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"Oh," Bruce said, very slightly taken aback by the clarification but certainly relieved to hear it. The gratitude showed on his face as he said, "Uh. Yeah, I can do plants."