<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">last post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Making Amends</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae103/eliaadelemarcheline/Lex%20Post_zpspwp76pui.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexandra Stone<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Counselor<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 5th, 12:05 P.M.<br/><strong>Location: </strong> My Office<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Unsure of Her Decisions<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Wyatt Gallo - <em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr/><br/>Tidying up her desktop for the sixth time this afternoon alone with a flick of her fingertip, she paced a bit back and forth near the hearth in her office. She'd offered a student a drink. An of age student, mind you, but a student nonetheless. No, he hadn't been in the program, and she hadn't been aiming to gear him towards women, but that didn't mean it was appropriate she was gearing him toward herself, either. Oh, dear. What if he'd read too much into this and found himself expecting... <em>things</em>. You know... <em>THINGS</em>. <br/><br/>Tousling her ice blonde locks with a quick slip of her hand back and through her freshly shorn mane, she blew out a rather sizable breath. She was in trouble here. Such trouble. Coachable, if not fireable, trouble, really. As such, her gaze darted apprehensively to the door at the knock, her ample chest heaving in another breath of trepidation. Here went nothing. <br/><br/><strong>"Mr. Gallo... won't you come in."</strong> <br/><br/>Stepping aside from the portal to allow him entrance, hand on its frame lightly, she did her utmost to ignore the fact that she already liked how tall and lanky he was. Or, did she like that his lip curled in a crooked manner as he offered her a polite grin? No, no, no... she didn't like any of that. She must just not had enough of her afternoon tea, yet. Yes. That. Right.<br/><br/>Crystalline blue eyes plastered to the floor as she moved past him, lest they get any other ideas, she took her seat and offered him the one just across, with a sweep of her hand. Commanding authority was difficult when you were as short of stature as she, let alone as youthful in appearance, but she did her best all the same. <br/><br/><strong>"You've caused quite the ruckus for me, this week... I'm afraid I've had to pull several supposedly reformed students back into the program just this afternoon, from your... unfortunately worded post, alone."</strong><br/><br/>A light, half grin accompanied her attempt at lecturing, her blues filled with mirth. Alright... so, she was terrible at garnering respect in her post, but at least she was keeping it professional. You know... aside from the slight pinch of her teeth between her lip whenever he so much as glanced her way, in restraint.<br/></div></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Making Amends</strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AszzIQy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Wyatt Gallo<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Postgrad<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>October 5th, 12:00 noon<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Counselor Stone's office<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>slight sheepish but encouraged to get some tips that may help his writing.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Alexandra Stone -<em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr/><br/>Wyatt gave a small smile to Ms. Stone and mumbled something barely audible that was probably 'thank you'. First meetings were damn awkward. He should know - he has written and re-written and edited and trashed and started again those scenes in his own stories countless times. Of course he had never quite written one from the perspective of a first meeting AFTER already receiving an admonishment. He made note of the lump in his throat and the way his slightly quickened heart rate seemed to fuel a bit of heat under his stumbled cheeks. Details of non-linguistic communication and a person's 'tells' were important to setting a scene.<br/><br/>Forcing his thoughts outward as he sat at her request, Wyatt made note of just how alike and different he and the counselor really were. Height-wise the comparison was obvious. He felt like a tall tower even now as they sat across from each other. He did notice that her small stature combined with her flowing hair and equally cascading curves were very pleasing together. It was a fleeting thought that made him clear his throat and sit a bit straighter in the chair his legs were currently spilling out of.<br/><br/>But it was his guess at their similarity in age that was most interesting. They were school official and student but he imagined that they were perhaps only months or a year apart peer wise. It made him wonder about his choice of staying in school. Surely he could be a professional editor by now instead of just one who poorly advertised himself on facebook.<br/><br/>And that was quickly what their conversation centered on. As he listened to Ms. Stone elaborate on the fallout of his miscommunication Wyatt leaned a long arm to his side to fish a black and white composition notebook and a pen out from his satchel before turning to the next black page as he began taking notes. Ruckus, that was a very interesting reaction to his words. He underlined the noun twice. (He also had brought with him a printed out copy of his comment before to refer back to as needed.)<br/><br/>"Well intention and reader perception is very important. It is something that I ... struggle with." Not something he would normally admit to as he had read the advice somewhere to always project your skills with confidence but she was a counselor so he would be honest in exchange for her help. "Can you elaborate more on how these students were affected? Was the nature of their reactions literary or personal in nature? I obviously made at least one double entendre without meaning to. But however humorous I can't see how my words alone would set back someone's academic goals so far as to need immediate intervention." He looked up to her with those deeply focused brown eyes. Hers were a crystal clear blue that unexpectedly made the flush of her lipstick that much more alluring against her soft skin. Wyatt shifted again in his chair and turned his attention back to his notebook, waiting to record her answer.