concoursec | Office Hours 3: Office Hourser

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Office Hours 3: Office Hourser

Character(s): Snow and whoever else shows up.

Location: Second floor, the training classrooms

Rating: PG

Open/Closed/Finished: Open

Summary: Once again, Snow is holding office hours!

Didn't matter if you were in his classes or not, really. Snow had claimed a classroom during free hours in the evening, and casually put around word that he was free to talk about any concerns, questions, problems, or general comments the students might have. His class, any class, whatever.

Of course, fellow SeeDs and Instructors could drop by too.

Unusually, this time around, Snow's actually at a desk, writing something. The world might possibly be coming to an end.

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"You actually know how to write?" Espio couldn't help but joke as he walked into the room. He had no idea why he'd even come up here, but he was bored. "Long time no see, I guess."

"Once I realized that punching the paper didn't work, I knew I had to figure out the real way to do it," Snow joked right back. He set aside the paper for a moment, though.

"Been a while since I've seen you around. How're classes going this quarter? And is it this one or next one you're supposed to be graduating?" He smiled a little wryly. "Things've gotten so crazy here lately I can't keep track like I used to."

"Well," Espio said, leaning on the desk, "if I wanted to graduate as a Martial Arts specialist, I could do it this quarter. But I don't. So I have to wait 'til next quarter, because I haven't done all the prereqs for Piloting yet. Seems a bit silly, taking an extra quarter just to take one class, but..."

"Got anything else in mind to fill your schedule?" Snow sat back in his chair, thinking. He had an idea or two, but...

He just got a shrug in reply, before Espio figured he'd elaborate. "Not really... I haven't got any compulsory classes left - assuming I pass the dance class, which looks more and more unlikely - and I already did the interesting electives. Looks like it'll just be padding with the classes I'm not into."

That's about what he'd thought. "If you're interested, I could see if I could get you a spot as teaching assistant for whatever of my classes didn't conflict with your schedule. It'd help give the students more one-on-one attention, and some more variety for sparring."

A teaching assistant? Really? Espio nearly snorted - he couldn't really picture it - but... it was actually an interesting suggestion! It would save him from excessive boredom, at the very least.

"It'd be something to do," he said, after a moment. "So that's an option, sure."

"I'll run that by Quistis, then. I don't see why she'd disapprove, but that's no reason not to play by the rules."

He scoured his memory for some more details, then. "You didn't get a chance to work with Sazh, did you?"

Espio actually had to think about that for a moment - it was a name that sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it for a moment. "No. I had the other instructor."

Snow frowned slightly. "That's a shame. He's from my world, so I've seen what he can do. You might want to touch base with him, see if he can put some pointers your way. He might be open to the same thing."

"He's a pilot, right?" Must be, considering what he was teaching. "I have plenty of experience piloting, but the vehicles here are nothing like back home. I guess taking a few pointers wouldn't be too bad of an idea."

Snow nodded. "A good one. He saved our skins more than once. I think you could learn from him, even with your classes behind you."

Hopefully Sazh agreed, but Snow won't hesitate to lean on him!

"Never pegged you as the type to do more paperwork than he had to." Lightning's tone was light as she walked into the office, having been looking for Snow for a while now. She'd come up here with a purpose, and it would be an easy one to talk about.

"I need your help with something."

"Funny thing about this paperwork," he says, tapping it with the pen. "I have to do it."

But obviously it can wait, especially giving who's asking. He tosses the pen aside. "What's up, sis?"

"We all have to, eventually. No way around it." But that is something for another time. For now, Lightning comes closer to the desk, arms crossed over her chest as they nearly always are these days.

"It's Hopes birthday on Saturday. I want to throw him some kind of surprise party, but..." She shrugs, letting her posture loosen.

"I don't know how to. I've never done that kind of thing before."

"I don't think any of us are gonna pop any surprise engagements on him, so there's a step up," he said, grinning. At least they could joke about it now, right?

More to the point... "First of all, we can't let on that we're not doing anything for his birthday. Hope can be sensitive, if he thought we actually forgot he'd be upset. We give him the idea it's quiet and low-key, maybe just you and me taking him out somewhere. Then... say we make like one of us forgot something, we have to stop by a classroom to pick it up. I bet we could get someone to okay that."

Snow could joke about it; Lightning was unlikely to do so and it shows as she shakes her head, leaning against the desk while she thinks. Snow's idea has merit, that's for sure.

"It wouldn't be too hard once we've got the okay. All the classrooms are empty in the evening hours after the make up classes are over." Which won't be a problem to schedule around; it would just be a matter of getting Hope to buy into it and getting everyone into the class room.

"We'll be in Fisherman's Horizon by then, too. It'll be simpler to keep the guests in here than out in the town or in the Inn."

Hope had gotten word of Snow's free room in the evenings. Something he liked the idea of. He'd bene hitting the books obsessively lately. He wandered down the corridor, no books in his bag, just a bottle of water and some other bits and pieces he doesn't go with out.

He walked into the classroom after a casual knock. “Hey Sn-” He stopped. Dumbstruck. The hero... Snow is at a desk. He's writing. How- What- When- What- What?!?! Hope looks unflatteringly stupidly at Snow for a moment. Okay, maybe it wasn't that much of a big deal now he thought about it. But... Snow was more for the confrontation right? He... he confronted Lightning.

“Hey.” He said a moment, realising he hadn't even greeted Snow. “How are you?” He asked moving closer to the desk. Sitting on one of the other desks he took out his water bottle and took a drink.

"What was that expression for?" Snow said by way of a hello, grinning up at Hope. "You act like you've never seen me sitting down before. Do I look that much shorter?"

"Shouldn't be a problem. I think it'd be easy to get everyone on board. Once we get to Fisherman's Horizon it'll be really easy for all of us to get his presents without noticing... Serah'd be happy to bake the cake, I'm sure." He tapped his fingers on the desk, going over the ideas again. "You think decorations would be a bit much?"

"I've never seen you sitting inside, at a desk, writing stuff down. And yeah. it does make you look shorter." He grinned back.

"So... my classes are going good. All the notes and homework I've done. I think I'm ready for my tests and stuff. I'm trying to take it a bit easier. Been kind of 'all work no play.'" He said almost apologetically.

"Vanille was complaining about the same thing last time I did one of these." He tossed the pen down. "But you guys have it easy. Look at me, I'm actually doing paperwork."

Snow grinned. Not actually trying to detract from Hope's hard work, of course! "Getting ready for finals, huh? You let us know if it's starting to get to you," he said, leveling a finger at Hope. 'Us', of course, should be understood to mean him and Lightning. "We're not so busy we can't go out for dinner some night, get your mind off things for a bit."

"I know. I don't think I'll struggle. Except maybe with Rock Climbing. But I only really took that class as something active to do. Next time... I won't enrol for a physical class last thing on a friday though."

That was his one mistake. His focus often wandered and he was very tired. Not that it stopped him. He'd done battle after battle whilst on a few hours sleep whilst on the run. "I can't wait to progress onto my other classes. I've got a lot less to take this time around. I was just trying to get the worst of it over and done with." He laughed.

"I know not to do again!"

"You're gonna start getting into the more advanced paramagic pretty soon, aren't you? At least the casting part'll be a bit familiar."

He had been off Cocoon for a while, if he could laugh at being a l'cie so easily.

Serah baking the cake...that was the best idea Lightning had heard all day; getting her in the kitchen would be a terrible idea and a storebought cake would just...be bad.

"I'm sure a few balloons would be fine inside the classroom. Make things more...festive, I guess."

Festive. Not a word Lightning ever thought she would say. Things really do change when planning parties for family.

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