Professor Chaucer's Office Hours, Tuesday

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Professor Chaucer is in his office throughout the afternoon today (any time fifth period or later, until his eighth period class). However, the door is closed. If you could see through the door, you'd see that he's asleep with his head on his arms at his desk. Pity the poor poet. He's having a bad year.

(Seriously. Chaucer is not in a good place right now. He is not a good person to come to for advice. He will not take kindly to antics or practical jokes. If you come to emo at him, he will emo back at you. And he has an excellent vocabulary for emo. He is, after all, a poet. However, if you are very nice and bring him coffee and no bad news, he may wake up long enough to look sad and say thank you.)


[OOC: Mun is unwell today. Periods of radio silence may occur.]

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[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Phoebe. I really mean it. I promise I'll call you." He gives her another smile. He gestures at the coffee. "I appreciate you stopping in, and I know it wasn't just to drop off coffee."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiles. "You know me so well," she admits. "I know you will when you're able. You'll do the same for me."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

He nods again, fingering the thermos absently. "Tomorrow, or sometime this week. Just...not today."

[sensethevisions]

"Believe me, Geoff, I do understand very much." She smiles. "You talk when you're ready and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," he says again, with a soft chuckle. "I'm glad you stopped in, Phoebe."

[sensethevisions]

"I'm glad too, Geoff."