Dr. Pierson's Office Hours

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Perhaps foolishly, Methos made his way through the thickening snow to attend his office hours.

Coffee is appreciated.

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Now you do sound like an old man," Ten states, leaning elbows onto Methos' desk and watching him. "What kinds of chores?"

Thank god the hormones have settled, or he wouldn't be able to resist a dirty joke.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know, raking the grass... although not in this weather," Methos adds with a gesture out to the snow falling outside his window. "Polishing knobs. That sort of thing."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Got a lot of fingerprints on those, then?" Ten is just barely deadpan. Barely. He's totally smirking.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos sips his coffee and chuckles. "Well, what with the roommate and all. Neither one of us is really interested in housecleaning."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Roommate? Now that's news," Ten drawls. "Crimps your bachelor boy lifestyle."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos nods. "The new psych teacher. She was living somewhere dreadful and it occured to me that the apartment has three bedrooms. So I offered her space. The building's filling up again. And... donn't call me crazy, but I think we've got a new landlord. One with... peculiar features."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"There's not enough places to live in this town. And you're already mad, so I believe you."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"We're all mad here," Methos said with a flashing grin. "And I mean... *really* peculiar. His ears sort of..." Methos lifted his hands and waved them around in a rather platter-like fashion. "And he's got brow ridges like you wouldn't believe."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Ten cocks his head and tries to think of all of the different aliens he knows of...coming up short. "Huh. Interesting."

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

"I'll say. If you had asked me six months ago, I would have said the concept of aliens was preposterous."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Says the oldest man on the planet?" Ten slouches in the chair, legs spread.

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

Methos grins. "Well, that's been normal for... at least five thousand years."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Brows go up and dark eyes focus on Methos' own. "Fuck normal," he says, and grins right back at him.