Tuesday March 18th 2008
Who: Fisher, Charlie and Nox What: Getting scolded on all fronts Where: Starting in Fisher's room, then Nox's office When: Tuesday Evening Rating: R for lots of swearing
Holy shit, Nox really had called in the Marines. Fisher could hear the annoyed stomping of Charlie's boots in the hallway, the sharp knock on his door. Fisher closed his laptop lazily, getting up from his chair to the repeated sounds of angry knocking. Fisher didn't want to go see Nox. He didn't want another person worrying about him and caring about him and asking him about things he didn't want to talk about. He didn't want another disappointed face.
Without a word, Fisher stepped into the hallways, nudging Minerva back into the room with his boot before shutting the dor and locking it. He'd follow Charlie, no dragging required. Though normally he'd love having the burly Marine carry him off, Charlie seemed especially pissed at the moment.