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Office Hours

~~Dean Bristow's~~ Professor Jerusalem's Office Hours.

The Professor has made himself at home in the small office with his name on it that he has not, to date, been seen in so much as once. He has his laptop open and is typing furiously, but the sign on the door reads 'Office Hours, the Professor is IN'.

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Krycek sat down in the chair across the desk. "What nudity?" What about Jake and nudity? That didn't sound good. "Oh, you mean art class? Where Professor Williams decided he was a 'classical nude'?"

"I mean art class... but that's the first I've heard of his declaring he was a classical nude. Most reports have been going on about his asking the girls in his class to be classically nude." Spider paused. "And apparently making some sort of insinuation regarding Lee's manly arms."

"Yesterday," Krycek supplied. "He stripped and did a lot of grandstanding." He smirked. "Now that I think about it, he was a fairly classic male nude, in at least one sense. But- Wait, he commented on Lee's manly arms? That doesn't sound like him." Krycek had, unfortunately, some personal experience with that professor's opinion on who boys should be spending their time wooing.

"Yesterday?" Spider groaned. "Why didn't anyone warn me yesterday? Tell Gavin I want my coffee back because he sucks at the 'advance warning' thing."

"I'll tell him," Krycek said dubiously, "But I'm not pulling my hand in that alligator's mouth to pull it out." He paused before answering the first question. "Someone did call in a warning yesterday. And put a call out to Rover, from what I overheard. I thought the matter would have been settled already."

"... only in my insufficiently graphic dreams," Spider muttered, taking a swallow of his coffee. "And hey," with an accusing look, "you take art too!"

"Yes...?" Krycek attempted to look as though this should have been obvious already.

"Why didn't you warn me!?"

"About Professor Williams being naked?" He looked more confused than anything, then scowled. "Because, like I said, I thought it would have been taken care of? What happened - did neither Rover or the Dean get to him?"

"Apparently Callisto assaulted him for being told to get naked or be fired, and then he asked the other girls to disrobe." Spider snapped. He took a deep breath and glared at Krycek. "Next time... tell me these little details. We can have a daily round of tea with little biscuits if it'll improve your memory, any."

"Hearing from you even every other day would probably help," Krycek muttered darkly. "And I wasn't there today! I wasn't even aware of that until you told me."

"I've been busy," Spider protested. "Aside from Gavin, I haven't seen either intern in ages and outside of class I haven't even seen the Assistant, save for a nod and a wave at that blasted Student Council meeting the other night."

Krycek made a face. "You mean you saw Phoebe? I keep thinking I do, then she disappears. Like a ghost." He sighed, looking distinctly less cheerful than when he'd walked in. "So maybe we need to meet on a regular basis. Regular to be determined by how often it needs to be done and how long we can sit around talking to each other."

"Pick a time," Spider shrugged, grimacing into his coffee. "It's not as if I have some sort of wild social schedule that needs accomadating."

Krycek shrugged as well, thinking about his schedule and what he knew of Jake's. "Tuesday, maybe? We could start tonight or not, depending on you," he said, eyeing Spider in a way that implied the professor seemed maybe not up to anything beyond a strong drink after office hours ended.

"Tuesday works for me."

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