[B][center][h2]Coleman St. John[/h2][/center][/b]

Cole’s small office was a spartan affair. Since taking his position at the Institute, he’d only occasionally used it and preferring to keep most of his work paperless, the desk drawers were mostly empty save for some basic office supplies. A small Harley pistonhead served as a weight over new student binders that the admin staff had left for his review. With the exception of a hanging clock, the walls were just as bare. He ran a finger back and forth over his lips as the Athletic Director, Professor Pierce trounced away, leaving the door wide open in his wake. He gave a small sigh. Maybe in some ways they were similar, but down in his gut, he just didn’t like the guy. There was no doubt that he cared for the students, but to Cole at least, it seemed like they were more his [i]subjects[/i] than his pupils; it seemed Pierce never thought or wanted them to eclipse himself. Looking through the large window next to his desk at the courtyard where students moved and chatted casually, he shook his head a little considering the conversation that had just taken place.

It was in that same moment that a flash of white and yellow caught his attention and his glance shifted to the open door and across the small atrium where Kaylee stood, having apparently witnessed the AD’s less than cordial exit. Ironically, the same line of thinking seemed to be continued at his first glance of her as when Pierce had stormed out. He had to remind himself that she could sense the aura of his thoughts, however the next thought, quickly following, was that it was already too late to attempt to hide anything. With a small wave, he motioned for her to come over, taking another glance through the window as she approached. It was such a nice day outside, he lamented how he’d rather be out taking a ride by the beach or at least doing something more productive, but after the events of the previous night, he knew it would be better to be seen, even if no questions were asked. However, if they were going to be asked, he was going to get some answers for himself as well. 

He examined Kaylee’s figure briefly as she entered before tilting his head past her briefly to get a glimpse of the other doorways in the wing. Being Saturday, the staff offices were empty for the most part, though in an Institute full of mutant abilities, he doubted how much privacy was really afforded. Still he spoke with a slight firmness before she could sit down: “Shut the door.” 

[@Almalthia]