Office #26, Wednesday During Working Hours

[chosehumanity]

It was the first week of a new term, so Mitchell supposed he should be holding office hours.

It would, of course, be that day, when Mitchell's TV not only refused to function, it also insisted on acting as a radio. For instrumental renditions of popular pop songs. Over and over and over again. Not even shutting it off managed to stop the flood of sound.

After a few hours, Mitchell was starting to entertain serious thoughts of relapsing and tracking down Miley Cyrus.

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[vanillajello]

"I just woke up like an hour ago," Kate whined, reaching the top. "It's too early for exercise."

[chosehumanity]

"Kids these days," he said, with an amused sigh, and dashed for the music room.

Now it was mostly just to spite her, mind.

[vanillajello]

And Kate, for her part, was going to stroll the rest of the way as lazily as she possibly could, sticking her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

"Can it, old man," she called after him.

[chosehumanity]

There was a beat as Mitchell entered the music room and stayed there.

A beat which lasted until he poked his head back out. "...Which one is the best for playing music really loud?"

He had barely moved on to the iPod age. Give him some credit.

[vanillajello]

"I don't know, maybe the biggest?" Kate suggested with an amused smile. "Speakers as big as possible, but still small enough to be carried back down?"

Of course, by now she'd caught up with him, and slipped past him into the room to have a look-see.

[chosehumanity]

"Right."

Mitchell ran a hand through his hair. And surveyed the domain. So to speak.

[vanillajello]

Kate scurried around for a bit, then poked at a fairly new-looking boombox on a table.

"This looks promising."