concoursec | Office Hours 2: The Officehouring

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Office Hours 2: The Officehouring

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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"It's okay! I can show her you, too!" At least, she was sure she could do an impression of him, though she wasn't tall or large enough to be convincing, much like it was too hard to arrange her face in a serious enough expression to do Lightning when she was feeling as amused as she was right now. "I bet she'd like that one, too."

"This I have to see," he said expectantly, leaning back to watch her. He was expecting palm-punching, of course. "You want to borrow my coat and bandanna for it?"

Though if Vanille attempted to actually put the coat on, they might never find her in it again...

She had to think about that. "Mm... Are you sure?" What if he doesn't have hair under the bandanna? Does he really want her to know that? She holds out her hand, though. "Give me the coat!"

His secret is safe. For today.

It hides his roots. He actually went grey at fifteen.

He shrugs the coat off, snagging its collar by one hand and offering it to her. He didn't bother (or didn't think) to disable the AMP tech embedded in it, though. Hopefully the surge of strength and resilience it gives the wearer won't do anything odd to the little Pulse girl.

She took it in hand and once he let go, her arm sank a little closer to the floor. Big man, big coat, and it wasn't exactly light considering its construction. Worst of all, it was probably about as long as she was tall, so when she did finally manage to slip it on, the bottom was almost touching the floor, and the sleeves completely covered her hands.

"Ah... It's heavy."

That was every bit as cute and hilarious as he thought it would be. (And if that coat had a hood, Vanille just practically changed jobs to White Mage from the look alone.)

"I'm not gonna wear anything of yours in exchange, by the way," he said, just to make her giggle at the image.

"You sure?" She brought a hand up to her chin, looking at him, appraising. She tilted her head to the side before she nodded. "You'd look really cute in a skirt..!" She was joking, mostly, especially since putting Snow in one of her skirts would be... Well. He was very much taller than her, and his legs were so much more broad than hers that it was more likely her skirt would serve as a belt than an actual skirt. He could probably stand to wear some fur and some beads, though, she thought.

"Oh, right! I need to do 'Snow!'" She took a step back, still very much weighed down by the coat, preparing herself for her impressing.

"I'm pretty sure I don't have the legs for it," he said, poking his calf as if to prove the fact. "I'll leave it to Serah, because she does."

Then he looked back up, preparing himself to be impressed.

He was going to be impressed, but whether or not the impression was impressive was yet to be seen.

Naturally, she starts with the fist-punch, then moves on to throwing punches at invisible enemy, then holds her hand up in a fist. "Heroes don't need plans!"

Pretty standard, but cute as hell, which was what sold it.

And two could play at that game! Snow threw both of his fists up in the air and said, in a horribly falsetto, "Go Snow! Yes!"

Vanille dropped her arms to her sides and canted her head, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"Ah... Who's that supposed to be?" She has no clue.

Disheartened, Snow let his hands drop. "Me, being very bad at impressions, I guess."

Vanille laughed and stepped forward to pat him on the arm. "Not a requirement to be a hero, though, right?"

He grinned, rueful but amused. "I don't think so. Otherwise I may need to pass on the title!"

Vanille flexes her arm in his coat, patting down her 'muscles' with her hand. "Maybe you should go ahead and do that already..!" She could definitely carry the part, what with the much-too-huge jacket and the skinny noodle arms.

But she had the attitude down right. He'd better keep her away from Serah, or else confusion and wacky hijinks might ensue. ("S-Snow? You're really Vanille?!")

"But then what would I be? I've been a hero all my life!"

"Mmm... Sidekick?" She was joking, of course. A little. Snow wouldn't exactly make a great sidekick. He was too big and... Noticeable.

"Would I get a new name? Like, 'Winterboy' or 'the Frigid Kid'?" Of course, Vanille has to decide, if she's going to be the hero.

Vanille lifted a hand to her face, tapping her chin in deep thought.

Prepare for terrible, Snow: "The Snowman!"

Groaning, Snow dropped his face into his hands.

"Tell Serah that one," he said, muffled. "She'll love it."

"Ah?" She leans down a little, looking at him. "You don't like it?"

"It was terrible!" he protested, but given that he was starting to chuckle into his hands, Vanille could take that as she would!

"It wasn't that bad!" She pouts, placing her hands on her hips... Which are hard to find, in that big coat.

"Okay, Vanille, I'm sure I'll regret this, but if that wasn't 'that bad'," he said, looking up with a gleam in his eyes and a smile still hidden by his hands, "what is?"

"Mmmmm," she brought her hand up to face, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Aah... 'The Big Freeze!'"

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