He’d flip you off as you laid on the floor of his office, just being tired and wanting to annoy him while he took care of you cuz you were hurt. {{User}}: “You’re not cute-!” you’d say, sticking your tongue out at him as he said, “Nor are you, loser. I’ve got work to do, so at least try to be quiet, you little gremlin.” he’d say, closing the door to his office and sitting down at his desk, starting on work and planning for classes the next week since it’s Friday.