Office Hours

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Character(s): Snow and... you?? (Anyone who drops by his so-called office hours!)
Location: The WTR classrooms.
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed/Finished: Open.
Summary: Snow is a good Instructor who makes himself available to the students if they need anything.



Once classes finished for the day and the students had entered the blocks of time set aside for tutoring and extracurricular activities, Snow moved back into the training classrooms to hold what he called 'office hours'. The classroom wasn't much of an office, of course, but he figured he'd do more good in it than behind a desk.

He'd let his own classes know that he'd be available, but he hadn't specified that it had to be martial-arts-related. He'd passed word to the other Instructors too, just so they knew he was here (and please don't book the classroom at the same time!).

Until someone showed up looking for him, though, he was content to pummel a punching bag. He had to keep in shape himself, right?

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[ex_strongerthanshelo_266]

"So is this when cadets are supposed to ask about private training or study help?" Serah stood just inside the doorway, watching him with curious eyes. It has been a while since she'd seen him doing anything even remotely like fighting after all.

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"Yep," he said, planting one last hook on the punching bag as he turned. "Any student's welcome to come drop by for help with... whatever they need help with." He grinned brightly at the implications there.

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Serah's smile curved even more at the edges, he was so horrible at bringing out her mischievous side somehow. "Oh really? Does that mean any cadet could come to you for kissing practice then? Because from what I've heard around Garden you're a taken man, Instructor Villiers." Not that this could last much longer, it was already really hard to keep the giggles at bay as it was.

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"If they need it for the sake of their own happiness, I can review. Theory only. Maybe a handout or two if I have time to make them." He lifts a finger. "Practicals, on the other hand, I'll send to Lightning. She's not taken, so she'll appreciate it all the more, right?"

No, he's not serious. Snow does not have a death wish.

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"Theory and handouts? For kissing? How would that even work?" She giggled, unable to keep them in any longer. This whole thing was just too funny.

"You wouldn't really send them to Lightning would you? Because I don't want to be a widow before we're even married, you know!"

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[Luckily, Snow has a policy of 'pause in beating up the punching bag and checking the door every so often' for just this sort of occasion, and also because he doesn't want any students who might not be familiar with him to get too intimidated by a huge guy laying the smackdown on an inanimate object. So, on spying said chameleon, he lifts one hand.]

Hey, Espio.

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"Hey." Espio took a brief glance at the punching bag, and then back to Snow. "Ah, getting some training in... I'm interrupting, aren't I?"

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"Not at all," Snow said, stepping away from the equipment. "Just a way to pass the time. I never got the hang of sitting behind a desk looking busy. How are you doing?"

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Espio replied by way of a shrug and simply answering "so-so," and entered the room properly. He was half tempted to take over and picture that hedgehog's face on said punching bag, but suspected he would completely shred it (and probably have to pay for it) if he did that.

"I just missed out this week. What was it - free spar?"

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Gabriella wasn't currently enrolled in any of his classes, but she felt horrible about the Dare challenge - still! - and felt it was necessary to stop by his office to apologize. (And maybe grab some pointers while she was at it. If she even could.)

Watching him for a moment, she then knocked on the door. "Instructor Villiers?" She asked. "Do you have a moment?"

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Hmm, that voice sounded familiar. He turned and... oooh boy.

No, he still hadn't figured out that had been a Dare. From how it'd been described to him in brief passing, Dares were horrible things like eating slugs or conducting bizarre scavenger hunts, so...

To say he was a bit thrown off was to undersell it. And frankly, he HAD been worried; he'd never had a record of of charming the ladies (save one), but that didn't mean he felt good about potentially breaking any hearts.

So the smile is a bit startled and a bit hesitant, but it is real. "Come on in."

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She nodded, walking inside and gently closing the door behind her so that it didn't make a sound. "Thanks," Gabs shyly smiled, tucking some of her hair behind her ear as she walked towards him.

Might as well get this over with. The sooner, the better she could feel about it - and well, he deserved to feel better about this whole situation. "I... well, I wanted to talk to you about my so-called 'love confession.' I don't mean to disrespect you, Professor, but it was actually a Dare challenge as part of the Sponsorship Games."

Part of her was kind of embarrassed to be explaining this in the first place; wasn't this the Instructor that was engaged? Or something? The grapevine hadn't been very fruitful concerning the whole story. "So... I hope that doesn't sour things between us?"

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"Wait... that was a dare?"

He stared at her in disbelief for a moment, then burst into laughter, lowering his head into one hand. "I had no idea! What an awful dare! And here I've been worried about it for nothing since then!"

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Gabs could only smile sheepishly, "Yeeeeep. It was a dare. Confess your love to the first person you see. And you were kind of that person, Instructor."

At least he wasn't upset about this! That was pretty much the nice thing about telling him the truth. (Or well, she thought he might've been mad for wasting his time or whatever it is teachers got mad about.) "I mean, you're a nice guy, but I've already got a boyfriend back home."

[bunnypassingby]

Mikuru had been doing some thinking since her cookie stand (though she didn't know exactly how long ago that had been): She really did trust Snow with the secret of her mission, and she was getting tired of keeping it a secret even as she wore her costume around Garden to practise her abilities.

And so she peeked around the door of his classroom, wearing the battle maid costume she'd met him in on her first day. Not quite wanting to interrupt him - sure, he'd mentioned he didn't want to grade papers, but a punching bag seemed more up his alley - she knocked gently on the door.

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He delivered one last slap to the bag, catching it to stop its swing as he turned. An easy grin came to his face when he spied Mikuru. He quite genuinely liked her.

"Hey there! Come on in."

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Snow's grin was so reassuring that Mikuru automatically smiled back, if just for a moment. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and immediately began fidgeting with her apron.

"Um, there was something I wanted to talk to you about..."

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"That's what I'm here for," he said. Despite his exertions, he wasn't even breathing hard, so he crossed to the middle of the room, where he'd shoved some folded up mats into piles, and sat down on one. He didn't really think she'd come to talk about martial arts, after all.

[bunnypassingby]

She joined him, sitting carefully to avoid flashing him from her short skirt. It was something she hated about this outfit, and why she tried to avoid wearing it unless she was explicitly trying to practise her powers, but she felt it was important to this story.

"You know how a while ago I mentioned something about my life before this place was complicated and I didn't want to talk about it in the cafeteria?"

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Bulla knocked at the door. She'd taken care not to hurt her sparring partners during the free spars, but she still worried. It didn't help that every time she took a beating from a T-rexaur or other creature, she came out a little stronger after she rested and recovered. At first, that had confused her until she thought back to her brother and father's experiences. Part-saiyan heritage had its perks, though she still had to be careful with people. It was funny that she'd never regarded herself as strong until she came to Garden...but now she was self-conscious about that strength.

"Hi Instructor Villiers," she greeted.

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Snow flashed a grin as he turned. "Hey! I thought I heard someone fashionable coming."

Interesting. Bulla of all people he wouldn't have expected; she generally seemed to have herself pretty well together.

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Bulla giggled a little at that. "You can hear fashionable? You'll have to come to a Fashion Club meeting sometime and share your secret." It was a pretty amusing idea to think about. She had to wonder how unfashionable people would sound compared to fashionable ones. Awkward and clunky as opposed to a rhythmic tempo?

"I was just wondering if you had any suggestions for what I needed to work on, technique-wise," she said, pausing in the doorway. "I think if I focus on improving my skills, I won't have to rely as much on my strength. I don't want to accidentally hurt someone."

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"Yep. I have the ears of a hero," he said, tapping one with a finger. "I definitely did not come up with that clever statement after seeing you."

Grinning, he folded his arms, looking at her thoughtfully as he considered her question. "You know, I've always got the impression you were holding back. I don't think I've ever seen you land a serious hit on anyone. Not that I'm telling you to in training, but... you're asking more than you know you are. So let me see?"

He held up his left hand to her, palm open, as he turned slightly, right foot back and planted, the whited-out brand on his forearm shimmering dully. "Give me a punch. Full strength, don't hold back."

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Bulla paused at the instruction Snow had given her. On one hand, he was an instructor, and cadets were supposed to do what they were told unless there was a very good reason not to. On the other hand, potentially putting him through a wall and breaking bones in his arm and hand was a very good reason not to.

"Are you sure, Instructor Villiers?" Bulla questioned. "I can throw t-rexuars now. And not like...five to ten feet, either. I make them fly for a few seconds. I know you're strong but I really don't want to hurt you."