Guidance Counselor's Office, Friday

There was a gingerbread house on Electroclash's desk. It had been there since she'd come in this morning when she'd come in to work. Just... sitting there. All surprising and gingerbread-like.

So Electroclash's main work task today was side-eyeing the hell out of said gingerbread house. Mostly because she didn't feel like doing any actual bloody work. But also because she thought it looked shifty.

Of course, the longer the day dragged on, the more she was starting to wonder if she should tempt fate and break off pieces of it to eat.

[ooc: Open!]