FTEC, Friday

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan came in for the day-shift, as usual. What wasn't usual was two things:

First, the Bermuda shorts that Ronan was wearing. It wasn't like he'd had any choice in the matter, though, given that all of his bottoms had changed into them.

Second, the fact that he came in through one of the exam room doors. Which, a moment ago, had been the door to the common room in his cabin. At least he'd gotten dressed, first, even if he'd not yet eaten.

It was a hungry Ronan who sat behind the desk for the day excepting, of course, when he runs out for his class.

[OCD up in a mo'. Usual daytime availability for me -- around for a bit, then not around 'til late night.]