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[baren reviewed his au and immediately hated it - but if there's anything that's familiar to him, it's showing up where he's definitely least wanted

which is how he's going to be in chuuya's office by the time that he's already walking in, lounging in the spinny chair with an iced coffee in one hand, his phone on the other

and when the door opens, he's not going to look up

but he is going to send a very annoying, very insistent mental poke via home base to see if anyone's home!!! so hope chuuya enjoys that nagging feeling even though baren isn't technically saying anything]

What the hell do you want-!!

[chuuya shuts the door heavily behind him, nose wrinkling as he reaches up to rub at his head as if it'll do anything to help how annoyed the insistent poking makes him.]

Stop doing that, it's gonna give me a headache...

Oh thank god, you're not caught up in the bullshit again.

[considering where it landed them last time -

BUT HE'S NOT GOING TO BRING THAT UP HIMSELF, instead just spinning himself in chuuya's office chair, annoying as ever]

I'm here for office hours.

[it is definitely not chuuya's office hours right now]

This is my lunch break.

[if he's in chuuya's chair, then chuuya will just sit on the edge of the desk, frowning over at him.]

Last I checked, you were just as caught up in the bullshit as I was-- and also running from me. Finally done?

That was then, this is now - and we don't need to talk about then.

[he still doesn't want to talk about it because he's a coward]

What's for lunch? I'm hungry.

[he's so annoying]

I don't know, what'd you bring for yourself?

[chuuya's unpacking his own food, thanks!

and after he takes a bite:]

We're going to have to talk about it at some point. You might as well get it over with.

There's nothing to talk about.

[he's going to reach over to swipe chuuya's drink if he has one]

I'm here because according to my world bio or whatever, I'm your TA. I just had to figure out if your mind was scrambled or not.

Oi-!

[HIS DRINK...

he's going to try to steal baren's iced coffee in return.]

My mind is fine, thanks. Trying to run lessons I don't know shit about will be interesting, but-- whatever, I managed to bullshit through classes on the other end, I can manage this.

[i

guess they're just swapping drinks then]

If you say so. What're you teaching again?

[he spins one more time in the chair before going to see if he can turn chuuya's computer on]

Ciphers, apparently.

[he's just sipping his stolen iced coffee, making a face at the flavor but drinking it anyway.]

Will you leave my shit alone-? It's locked, anyway...

[but i hope baren just guesses his fuckin password even when they don't remember their history]

[he's literally going to type in m@rshm@ll0w

and see what happens]

[it works!

and chuuya yelps as he hops off the desk to try to SHOVE the spinny chair away from the screen.]

What the fuck! I couldn't even get in!

[because he can't type]

[whoa - baren's reflexes are good enough that he jumps out of the chair right as chuuya shoves it so that he's still going to be in front of the desk, snorting faintly]

Maybe I know you better than you know yourself?

[he's going to try to go digging through chuuya's files hopefully he doesn't have anything embarrassing?]

[damnit baren. he huffs, reaching to try to switch the monitor off-- there is definitely a whole folder of marshmallow pics, with an editor used on them to add hearts and sparkles.]

No, I tried that one! It wouldn't work for me!

[hE'S SCRAMBLING TO SWAT CHUUYA'S HAND AWAY SO HE CAN TRY TO LOOK AT THESE PICS

AND AIRDROP ONE TO HIS PHONE, LOSING HIS SHIT THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH - ]

Did you - shit, this is too funny - did you fucking typo it?!

Leave those alone!!

[he will NEVER hear the end of this, fuck, COVERING BAREN'S FACE WITH HIS HANDS]

And no, I didn't fucking typo it!

[hE AIRDROPPED ONE TO HIS PHONE and he's losing his mind as he sends it straight to okuni]

Then explain how you fucked it up!!

[he's going to just try to duck to see if he can click around the other folders for more blackmail]

I didn't fuck it up! I just typed it and it wouldn't fucking work-- get off my computer, asshole!

[there are bookmarks of various poems, there is thank GOD not a folder of nudes bc even chuuya wouldn't put that on a work computer

he's just got SO many pictures of dogs, though, wow.]

I'm looking for your powerpoints - we both have to study what you're supposed to teach!!

[he is nOT DOING THAT but it's a good cover as he clicks through everything right

he's just going to keep laughing to himself as he scrolls past all the dog photos]

Jeeze, you must be lonely.

[stop being a bitch, baren]

These aren't even mine-! So what if some other version of me collects dog pictures!!

[it's not a REFLECTION ON HIMSELF, god.

(yes it is.)]

Find the damn powerpoints, already, apparently I'm supposed to teach ciphers.

I'm pretty sure every version of yourself would do this.

[dryly, but he's going to keep clicking through - ]

Oh, just ciphers? Cool, I can grade with my eyes closed.

[is he saying this because he's good at ciphers or because he can bullshit any grades]

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