Office #26, Tuesday

[chosehumanity]

The worst of Mitchell's twitches about last week were starting to wear off, but that didn't mean that he didn't still have a touch of the foul mood about him. In fact, he was on the phone with George right now.

Doing helpful things.

Like going off on him for his anal-retentive attention to dietary choices. "...We don't need pomegranates," he snapped, "They're not even really food! Oh, like you need an excuse, you're practically chained to the stove."

...Yes.

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[chosehumanity]

"Yeah?" Mitchell asked, whatever outrage he had felt at the time having dissipated somewhere in the meanwhile. "Now that sounds like a confession."

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima just smirked slightly. "The normal and boringly sane don't stay long at Fandom," she pointed out. "We're a school for brilliant, damaged children." And their teachers.

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell smiled. It had a vaguely self-deprecating quality. "I actually came here because of someone like that," he admitted, "but he didn't hold out in the end."

[atreideslioness]

"My stepmother was a teenage student when I started teaching here, and right now my twin brother is a senior here. It's the oddest things that draw us here," she laughed. "And for the most part, they're good children. Even when they're a bit...misguided."

[chosehumanity]

"'Misguided' is a complicated word," he said, tilting his head at Ghanima.