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In His Office, Wednesday Afternoon (not technically office hours)

[Although he's not technically holding office hours, Geoff is in his office today, working on materials for his next few classes. Which would probably be going better if he would stop staring out the window.]

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[There is a quiet, low, dangerous voice from the doorway.] Well, if it isn't the poet.

[At the voice, Geoff looks away from the window and, seeing the Doctor, smiles. He raises an eyebrow at the tone.] Well, if it isn't the Doctor. What can I do for you?

[Ten is leaning against the doorframe, nonchalant. His eyes never leave Geoff's face.]
[in the same voice] I heard that you were at Spike's last night.

[He narrows his eyes, catching on to the fact that the tone in the Doctor's voice isn't being feigned as a joke.] Yes, I was. I had some drinks with CJ for a while, and we talked about people. She's really upset over what happened with Kitty.

But...since I'd assume it was CJ who told you I was at Spike's, I'd also assume that you know that already.

I heard it on the radio. CJ was too damn drunk to tell me much of anything. She wouldn't bloody stop kissing me until she passed out. And when CJ gets that drunk, she likes to talk. [He moves into the room and closes the door. Hard.]

[Geoff sits back slightly in his chair and watches Ten. He speaks slowly, and quietly, not certain what exactly is going on.] I had some drinks with CJ at the pub. We talked a good bit -- I told her a tale and she talked about-- her friends, and when I realized how far in her cups she was I cut her off and walked her home.

So what exactly is the problem, Ten?

[He walks up to the desk and holds the edge with his hands, leaning forward.] Nothing's the problem, Geoff. You behaved with perfect propriety. And I'm certain she told you quite a bit of interesting information that I know you won't tell anyone else. Because you're a good man, Geoff.

Ten, I don't know what you think we talked about, but unless you count the information that your friend Adam was locked in a closet for reasons I'm not party to, I can't imagine anything CJ told me that would give you cause for concern.

[His eyes are dark, and he leans forward a little more.] I'm not concerned, Geoff. Not at all. CJ likes you, I like you, we all like you and everyone's happy.

[Geoff begins to wish that he weren't blocked in behind the desk, with a somewhat demented-looking Ten between him and the door. He's also starting to get a little irritated.]

Ten, what the hell is going on? Yesterday, you're in here all worried about whether or not I think you're a bastard. Which I didn't. Tomorrow, on the other hand, I may not be able to make that promise.

Feisty of you. I like that. [He sits on the edge of the desk.] You're quite badass when you want to be. Did I tell you that turns me on?

What. the. hell.

[He stares at Ten for a moment, and then places his hands on the desk and slowly stands.] I think it's time for you to go, Ten.

[His eyes darken and he smirks just a little as he stands up, face even with Geoff's.] Go ahead. Kick me to the curb. But know this, boy writer. You've turned down a damn fine chance.

[And he leans in and kisses Geoff, smoothly, slowly, as if he weren't under the influence of anything.
Then he turns, walks to the door, and opens it.] Have a good day.

Wait just a minute, Ten! [Geoff comes out from behind the desk.]

Would you please get back in here and tell me what the hell is going on with you today? Are you fighting with CJ? Is there some...problem with something I've done or said? Are you ill...

[He turns, snorts and makes a closing-mouth motion with one hand.] Geoff, mate, if you knew how completely wrong you are, the stars would fall from the heavens. So DO shut up before I'm forced to make you do so in a way that would be exceedingly pleasant.

[Ten's response surprises Geoff into silence. He stands silent, grimly studying the man, trying to figure what could have happened to bring about such an abrupt change in personality. He resolves to call CJ, just as soon as the Doctor is out the door.]

Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to take care of. Good afternoon, Geoff.

[And he's down the hall.]

Proffessor Quayle was in need of some peer advice on an issure, considering tha t Professor Chaucer was an English man and a scholar, he decided to stop by. "Professor?"

Since the Doctor had left earlier, Geoff has been sitting at his desk, head in his hands, thinking. The sound of a voice at the door is, quite frankly, a welcome distraction.

"Yes?"

"Sorry to intrude, sir, but I'm in need of peerly advice." He admits and enters the room fully, feeling a bit out of place since he hadn't really gotten to know any teachers here yet. "Oh, I'm sorry. Justin Quayle." holding out a hand.

Geoff stands and shakes the man's hand. "Geoff Chaucer, pleased to meet you. Would you like to sit down?"

Taking a seat, he crosses his legs like he was taught to do at a political social function. "Well, let me get right to it then, shall I?" he clears his throat, "I wanted to know your opinon on Student & Teacher relationships."

"Professor Quayle," he says, with a dry chuckle. "I'm not sure I'm the best person to be giving relationship advice to anyone right now."

He runs a hand through his hair and smiles. "All right. My opinion on student-teacher relationships is that it's complicated. And probably not a good idea, but also not always unavoidable."

A hand rests against his cheek as he listens, "You were the first person I thought of. A good English man always has good advice." he chuckled as well, "I know it will be rather complicated but what if there is really a connection there with this individual?" he says with a smile.

Geoff nods and grins at Justin. "If there really is a connection, something that isn't just fleeting fancy...then I think it's probably worth working through the complications." He shrugs. "I think that's the best advice I can give you."

[ooc: Finishing tomorrow is fine. Sleep well! :)]

Feeling as if he just got the confirmation he was looking for, he extends a hand across the des with a large smile, "Thankyou very much, dear friend." he thanks Geoff for his advice.

Geoff takes the man's hand and returns his smile. "You're welcome. I wish you luck."

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