>>186239"Saint Christopher... vaguely familiar..." She says, not looking at Vir.
From down the hall through the still open door can be heard shouted "Don't have too much fun with your guest now." The bat pony's ears perk up, she moves her head to the hallway and yells "Shut
UP!" She sighs, turns around, places her wings tightly against her barrel, and walks back to her desk. But she doesn't look forward. She keeps her head turned 110 degrees back, that is to say, as far back to the right as she can turn it, and she keeps her ice blue eyes narrowed and locked on Vir with lips pressed together. She goes past the desk, her left hoof eventually coming in contact with the lower shelf of the left most bookshelf. She pretends there is nothing wrong, and turns in place, turning around and then sitting down at her desk, never moving her eyes from Vir. But when she sits down, she scrunches, and her ears go down, as if the act of sitting down has suddenly made things worse. Maybe it has, as she is almost trapped in this room, the door still open.
"FIne. I don't remember it, but I can look through my notes."
She breaks eye contact with Vir for the first time since moving back, looks down, and then glances back up with a clear frown.
"It would be in the file cabinet."
She turns around, and starts going through the file cabinet.
>>186242His ears twitch, he opens his mouth to speak, almost makes out "Het," but stops, still keeping his lips up high and showing off all of his teeth on his yellowed mouth. His ears go back, and he sits there in silence. Then he closes his mouth, and licks his dry lips.
>>186240>>186249Happy New Years!