"I can't believe they let you teach."

Vader was in his office carefully working on a list of everyone to kill who might possibly be responsible for this weekend, then anyone who might have seen him.

The only reason he wasn't hiding under his desk was because he couldn't fit.

The door was very much closed.

[OOC: Door closed, post open. Up early because of work tomorrow, woe.]

Darth Vader was back on campus. He'd discovered the gift his boyfriend heterolifemate fellow teacher V had left him.

This only improved the mood he was in. Really.

So he was in his office. Renovating.

Okay, slamming his desk around the room.

[OOC: I'm around most of the day. *gets the popcorn*]