Office #5 | All Day

[charming_thief]

As far as Neal was concerned, this gig was just about the perfect job. All he had to do was teach one class a week -- and about his own favorite things, no less. That was pretty much perfect. And the students weren't awful. Today he was finishing setting up his office. Once he'd put up a couple paintings and a few little trinket-type things, he was all set up. He took a seat with his feet up on the desk, lazily stirring a cup of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago. Maybe more kids would show up to badger him about being his assistant. That'd be fun.

Peter had no idea what he'd signed him up for. This was awesome.

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[charming_thief]

"And what makes you so sure that with all my experience, I didn't develop an immunity to a poison powder that I used to line this coffee mug just so people wouldn't drink my coffee?"

...He hadn't.

...Yet.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"How do you know I won't poison it so I can steal all your cool stuff?"

That one chick in Toys as Weapons class said she knew from poison! It was a place to start!

[charming_thief]

"And how do you know I won't be immune to whatever poison you use?"

This was getting childish. Also enjoyable.

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"How does anybody know anything?" Although okay, he might know more, being older. Maaaaybe. "Guess we'll find out, hunh?"

[charming_thief]

Well, hey. What was the point of an assistant who didn't keep you on your toes?

Neal's standards for hiring were different from most.

"Guess so," he said, and held out his hand for her to shake. "Congratulations, ah..."

Whoops. Had he ever gotten her name?

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Hahahahha, points to the apprentice, yes!

"Kenzi. Last name not important. I'm maybe changing it when I turn eighteen anyway." She grinned at Mr. Caffrey. Neal. "Thanks, dude. You won't regret this."

Much.

[charming_thief]

"Not if my coffee arrives on time, anyway," he said dryly, but he was grinning nonetheless. "See you, Kenzi."