Nathan Algren

Nathan was being weirdly social, lately. Blame it, perhaps, on the fact that he'd had so much socialization while he was in Japan, what with Katsumoto's conversations and the time he'd spent training alongside the Samurai.

And that was why he was in the kitchen, trying to hunt down the tea. He was expecting company this evening, after all, and it wouldn't do to invite her over to tea if he didn't actually have it out and ready to be made by the time she arrived.

... Of course, it had to be in the top of the over-the-counter cupboard, there.

With a sigh, Nathan set about to pulling up a stool to climb onto so that he could reach. One of these days, he was going to just invest in a pair of those platform boots, or something.

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After yet another Girls With Guns club meeting, which, as usual, ended with Algren being quite proud of the students for not managing to blow messy holes in themselves, he'd headed directly home.

It was the last week of classes before the next term, which seemed a rather novel concept, and he had things to do. Things including but not limited to working on a course outline for the summer months, and gathering up certain garments that he'd sworn up and down never to wear again with the express purpose of giving them away. Daisy could keep the poodle skirt.

Really.

Of course, all of this required a bit of a detour, first. To the kitchen, where there was coffee.

One could never underestimate the productive powers of coffee. Especially since he was fully planning on spicing it up with a little alcohol soon enough.

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