Office Hours, Tuesday

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell wasn't sulking, or hiding. Nothing so pedestrian as that.

He was being avoidant. Avoidant of people, avoidant of his memories, avoidant of the fact he was riding a high buzz on the blood currently still flowing through his system. He knew the come down was going to be horrifically bad this time, but not for another day or two.

Right now he was the safest he could be, even though everyone was back to smelling like food and--

What he really needed was a distraction.

So Mitchell was back in his office. Poking through TV channels.

[[ open. there shall be no biting today ]]

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[chosehumanity]

"Hey."

Mitchell looked up leisurely. "You're here about the coffee, then."

[vanillajello]

"Mmhmm," Kate agreed, nodding. "'Coffee' is the magic word that makes me turn up at places."

[chosehumanity]

"You can try the local brew," Mitchell started, gesturing at his machine. "...or we can go to the Perk."

[vanillajello]

"The Perk," Kate replied quickly, needing no time to make this particular decision. "I'd have to go into town today anyway, to see whether Geoffrey's finally put the cast list up."

[chosehumanity]

"The Perk it is."

Mitchell was trying to gloss over some of his subdued mood now, thank you.

"Lead on, MacKate."

[[ put up a pooost? ]]

[vanillajello]

Kate snorted. "I think calling me that might give me bad luck. Let’s go.”