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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[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.