it’s the weekend & that meant relaxation ... & eventually grading papers... but right now... wandering into the counselor’s office , she gleefully plopped down next to him. “i missed you this week. make it up to me.” she gazed up at him with her pouty eyes. from peach @peschli :3
Spending what little time off vulture was given to indulge in cooped up in his office wasn’t particularly ideal--but it wasn’t as if anyone else was going to organize nor sign the needed documents of various students that came through his office. It was tedious work, but in the end, needed to get done and thus that time would be spent with little to no interruptions.
--Well, usually, anyway.
Settled upon the office couch, pen tip to paper, and eyes heavy with sought break this would be one interruption Tawnie would gladly relish in as footsteps seek to stop and a body falls beside his into the softened cushions. Blued eyes lift, and the mere puppy-dogged expression shared his way near causes the man’s heart to melt, and his current workload forgotten. Folder placed at his empty side, a subtle smile forming upon his lips, and Tawnie’s chest rattles with a low laugh that springs life to his eyes.
“What? The great 'n amazin’ Peach missed ‘lil ol’ me?”
Soft jest upon his tongue and weight shifts, shoulders shifted forward as to release his wings from their confines against the couch; allowing the large, feathered appendages to stretch upwards, then fall back, and the closest to Peach rests over her shoulders akin to a blanket. This was much better than paperwork.
“The end of the semester is nothin’ but paper 'n paper...'n more paper. I think I might be apart of this couch now with how much I’ve been sittin’ on it.”