Open Office

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WHO: Murdoc Ampora and ANYONE
TONE: WELCOMING, it can vary!!
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: May 7th
WHERE: Murdoc's Office
WHAT: With exams coming up, Murdoc is spending more time in his office. Both because he's grading papers and because as Head of Slytherin it's his solemn duty to guide his students through hard times yadda yadda. He's there to answer questions.
STATUS: Ongoing

Exams have been coming up a long time, but Murdoc isn't surprised to see the majority students in a flurry of anxiety and fear. Despite his eagerness to watch students who failed to prepare crash and burn, he decides it would be best to extend his office hours on the off chance that students of any house need a little extra tutoring. Of course, priority falls to students in Slytherin, he's here to assist them with their big life choices and to discuss potential careers. He may or may not be a little eager to send everyone off to the Ministry, but he's interested in hearing what students believe they're capable of.

Today in particular he's come prepared. He has a large mug of very strong coffee by his side as he idly skims through some practise exam papers. His door is open, so anyone walking by will see him looking less than impressed and just a little bit bored. If you have a question, student or professor alike, now is probably the best time to get his attention.

Comments

[truestsciences]

He slooowly raises an eyebrow. Murdoc looks...well, kind of like shit. Probably from all the work he's been doing, but that's not going to stop Eridan from making a comment about it. "Is it goin' to make you look any better?"

He stretches his legs out, picking at the hem of his sweater. It's been...a really long time since he's spoken to his father one on one. Between his studies and his father's work increasing as the semester ended, there just hasn't been a time where Eridan felt like he could just come sit and chat with Murdoc and now he just feels awkward.

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"Excuse me?" Murdoc doesn't even pretend he isn't offended by that comment. He sits up in his chair, as if sitting up straight will make him look any less exhausted. "I couldn't possibly look any better than I do now." He retorts, narrowing his eyes which basically makes him look like he's squinting tiredly at the boy.

"Are you here to insult me further or do you have a question?" Or. You know. A hug or something for your poor old man.

[truestsciences]

Snort. Though, really, it's more of a choked off guffaw. A very attractive noise, truly. "You're jokin', right? You look like death warmed over."

He feels a bit less awkward, now, leaning forward in his seat to squint at Murdoc. It makes his glasses scrunch up against his cheeks, but that's okay. "Can't a son come spend time with his father?"

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Murdoc knows that sound well, he makes it all the time. Genuine laughs are so difficult to mimic, you know! He grumbles as Eridan continues his heartless attack, massaging his temples as he does. "I could say the same for you."

He smooths back his hair, taking a long sip of coffee as he composes himself. It's not fair the way Eridan punches at his guilty feelings with his tiny little fists. He sighs, using a wandless and non verbal spell to push out a chair.

"Does a son want somethin' to drink?"

[truestsciences]

That's why there's such a thing as genuine amusement, Dad. Eridan looks suitably offended, narrowing his eyes. "I do not." He looks young and well rested, and with impeccably styled hair.

Or at least he hopes his hair is still impeccable.

Eridan scoots up and into the chair with quiet glee, resting his elbows on Murdoc's desk almost immediately. "Yes. D'you have any pumpkin juice?"

[wwistful]

Not for Amporas, there isn't. It's either vague amusement or fake amusement, none of this genuine enjoyment of company and humor. A smile twitches at his lips at Eridan's offense, though it's short lived at the request.

"Really now?" He asks, that little judging air apparent in his tone as he accios the bottle over, opening a drawer and retrieving a glass to pour it in before sliding it toward Eridan.

"Have you been studyin'?"

[truestsciences]

He can try for genuine enjoyment. Someday he will achieve it.

He takes the cup with a soft murmured thanks, not even caring if his father is judging him. Pumpkin juice is delicious, much better than tea or coffee, and it's not like he's going to ask his dad for liquor.

"A course I have. I'm goin' to get the best grades I possibly can.]