electrocynic | Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday

This week, Electroclash was actually doing stuff in her office. Like unpacking the things from her previous room, even if there wasn't much but utterly random crap she'd brought from her falt and never taken back. (She couldn't remember why on earth she'd brought half stuff in, to be honest.) And not just old crap, but she also had something new: a small electric water boiler. You know, for tea!

Shut up, she was English.

She made space for it on one corner of her desk, then leaned back in her chair with a sigh, to admire it. So far, this job wasn't so bad. And yes, she considered this doing her job. Even though she hadn't talked to a single student yet.

[ooc: Open!]