Office hours [Tuesday, September 5, all day]

[sith_happened]

Darth Vader was in his new, spotlessly clean and barren office.

He had a cup of coffee he couldn't drink and the list of students who would be in his class on Thursday.

He was in a mood.

Not that this was a dramatic shift from normal.

[OOC: Vader has an open door policy. He probably won't even toss you back through said open door...]

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[sith_happened]

If Vader's face wasn't covered in a mask, there would have been confused blinking. It had been a long, long time since anyone had said it had been a pleasure to meet him.

"Very full," Vader replied. He glanced down at the cup of coffee. "I like the smell," he explained.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, well...it wasn't a bed pan flying at his head, which was better than how House had been in the first few weeks after the infraction.

"Coffee is wonderful that way." Wilson agreed with the eagerness of a coffee addict. "I tend to brew a pretty nice Jamacian Blue Mountain blend when I'm in my office and you're always welcome to come by and have a cup to...uh...sniff."

[sith_happened]

Vader stared at him.

"Thank you," he ground out, words rusty with disuse.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"My pleasure, the door's always open, please stop on by." Wilson said with a grin. "I'll let you get back to work, just wanted to say hello."

Giving Vader a quick wave of his hand, Wilson slipped on back down the hall.