Office Hours 2: The Officehouring

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Snow and a legion of abusers anyone wishing to come to his office hours.
Location: The WTR classrooms.
Rating: PG.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open.
Summary: Snow doesn't learn from experience is holding office hours again!



In preparation for finals coming up, Snow had once again shoved the WTR classroom into something he could call an office by virtue of some practice mats now being stacked high enough to sit on. Having done so, he settled in to a simple exercise routine. After all, even Instructors have to keep in shape.

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[redcinemareel]

Currently outfitted in a simple black dress beneath his usual red trench coat, Grell waltzed in, carrying his usual red tote bag full of the essentials. He needs to pass these classes because taking them again is a big NO. He went to knock on the door frame but halted, watching the instructor work out.

...perhaps he'll watch for a bit, because that was alotta man right there. Who would have thought seeking out help would result in this?

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

That was... undeniably true. At least he hadn't just been born that way, except for the height -- he worked for his build and the strength it gave him.

Like with the few dozen reps of one-armed push-ups he'd just finished. Rising to his feet, he ran one arm over his foreheard as he reached for his water with the other... then noticed Grell.

"Hey there," he said, then offering her a wave as he drank. "What brings you around?"

[redcinemareel]

Oh! Attention was on him now! Grell straightened before fully stepping inside, black pumps audible upon the floor. "I'm in dire need of assistance!" He took a seat atop the mats, which were far more comfy than a chair. "These classes are abominal for me to handle alone."

The books were set down, and the redhead is actually concerned about the classes.

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"Well, I'll see what I can do," Snow said with a grin as he stepped over. "What classes?"

[redcinemareel]

Grell reached down into his bag and SLAMMED down the textbooks.

"Biology and chemistry. If I don't at least get a feasible understanding of these two, I'll just...die!" His lips quivered.

[rebellingheart]

There was a few reasons for Rinoa's stop by Snow's office today. One of them was to see about getting some one on one advice about how she could expand the conditioning regiment he'd given her before to keep up with her growing competence and the other involved something completely unrelated to school all together.

Walking into the room, she headed over to where he was training calling out as she walked across the room.

"Hey Snow, do you have a minute?"

Of course he did, but she might as well ask and let him know that she was there.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

"It'd be pretty silly of me to have office hours if I didn't have a minute," he said with a grin as he finished stretching his arms. Gotta keep limber. "How're things with you? Lightning being good to you?"

[rebellingheart]

"Well you can be pretty silly, so you never know." Rinoa answered with a smile of her own.

"She's been great! Her style is so different from Squall's and Seifer's that it's been really fun to learn. I'm still not sure if I like all the flips though. I'm afraid I'm going to land on my face one of these days." Combine her appreciation for Lightning's training with the fact that thing have stayed relatively patched up between Squall and herself and life's pretty good. Well, it is if you discount the nightmares and other things anyway.

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"It's weird that it's actually a different weapon she uses," Snow said. "Who'd have thought a gunblade isn't the same weapon on different worlds? It's not like swords or spears mean something else!" But Snow shrugged. It was all academic; he wouldn't even care if it weren't his sister's weapon in question. "Still, the principles could be adapted pretty easily. Even without the flips, it's an agile style based on movement. My, uh, completely uninformed opinion is that it might be more your style than standing there and swinging."

[rebellingheart]

"It's pretty easy to adapt some of her techniques for the style of gunblades we use here." Rinoa reassure him happily. "It takes a little trial and effort sometimes, but I've gotten good at adapting lately."

She nods, understanding just what he's saying. "It's not like I can compete with Squall and Seifer when it comes to strength so the only way I'll ever be able to beat them someday is by being faster, right?"

[ex_strongerthanshelo_266]

This visit, on the other hand, wasn't for anything in particular. In fact Serah hadn't actually meant to stop by at all. On her way to head down to the library for some studying she just happened to walk across the room Snow was holding office in. Which of course soon lead to her getting distracted by just what he was doing at that moment in time.

Maybe studying could wait, for now she was just going to stand there and watch because he provided a really nice view.

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The proper and responsible thing to do, on noticing Serah, would have been to stop exercising and address her needs as a student.

Instead, Snow switched from one-armed push-ups to one-armed push-ups with a fist. Gotta keep the punching arms in strength. And if it was just a little bit fanservicey for his fiancee, well...

[ex_strongerthanshelo_266]

Luckily for Snow, Serah isn't there with needs as a student. In fact this is kind of hindering those needs as a student since studying her fiancee certainly wasn't studying for history or biology.

Still, she'd have plenty of time to study and this was a welcome break from squinting at a book.

When he started showing off, she couldn't help but giggle. It might be weird, but she couldn't help but like how he was strong and yet so gentle at the same time.

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

The more it makes her laugh, the more he starts to laugh in turn, till finally he lowered his knees and rocked back on them before he fell on his face. After a moment, he pushed himself to his feet, coming over to embrace Serah with such a happy smile.

"Hi."

[ex_strongerthanshelo_266]

Naturally the more Snow laughed, the more Serah laughed in turn which made it a pretty vicious cycle for a minute there. By the time he's back on his feet, she's leaning against the door for support. Seeing him walking over, she sat her books down and then walked over to meet him. Snuggling into his arms, she returned the embrace with a happy sigh.

"Hi yourself." She answered, tilting her head back to smile up at him happily.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

There's a guy in (what looks to be) his twenties standing close to the entrance of the classroom, hands in his pockets and posture relaxed while he watches Snow... do whatever it is he's doing. He's dressed in Balamb's cadet uniform, looking pretty much like all the other students if it weren't for the added headscarf.

He was just passing by and stepped in out of curiosity, not quite sure what Snow is here for. Practice? But the mats are stacked up instead of set out on the ground, for the most part. Not gonna interrupt, promise. Don't mind him.

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Snow, however, has a habit of checking the door every so often. Why the students love to lurk and watch instead of coming in properly and saying hello, he'll never understand, but he's accepted that they do. So the next routine check brought a smile and a friendly wave. "Hey there."

[biladi.livejournal.com]

Oh, so much for just passing by. Egypt makes eye contact, solemn in appearance when he nods back for his hello. If he's gonna talk, he's gonna come closer, venturing further into the classroom.

"Aren't classes over...?"

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"Yep. This is what passes for my office hours," Snow said with a grin. "For any of my classes or anything in general, I do what I can!"

He punctuated the statement by punching his left palm with his right fist.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

An instructor, then. Fair enough. He stops a few feet away, keeping a respectable amount of distance between them. One hand is kept in his pants pocket, but he lets the other hang by his side.

"What're your classes?" Egypt doesn't recognize this guy, so he probably doesn't instruct any of the classes he's currently in.

[brightens]

Does Snow mind cat-calling? Well, it doesn't really matter— she'll do it anyway! Not that she means anything by it other than to be silly. She just happened to be skipping by the room when she spotted him inside, and couldn't resist stopping by to say hello, and also couldn't resist cheering him on— by whistling, then jumping up and down.

"Go, Snow!"

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Vanille wasn't Serah, but she's cute and a friend of his. So he won't complain about the cat-calling... though her enthusiasm makes him smile, then chuckle, then laugh hard enough that he has no choice but to stop and lean against the wall before he hurts himself.

"Hey, Vanille," he said, grinning at the girl.

[brightens]

The laughing is appreciated and she skips the rest of the way into the room, smiling all the while. That's what she likes to see and hear, after all: big smiles and happy laughter. "Hey! Looking good, there!" And she flexes her own arm... Considerably less muscular than his own.

"Keeping in shape?"

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

Maybe so, but of the two of them, which had killed a bear solo and made its fur into a skirt?

"Didn't get this big by sitting around on the beach all day," he said. "How're classes going for you?"

[brightens]

Hey, for all you know she could have snuck up on it while it was sleeping, took its fur and then cried about it for weeks.

"Fine!" She turns around, running a hand over the tops of the mats he's got stacked up, his makeshift office. "Some of them are pretty hard, but the other ones are fun!"

She was having particular trouble with anything that involved, in any small amount, reading.