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I understand that it might be a little difficult to handle given that it's only the first week back, but I can't be the only one appalled by the behaviour of the students, can I?

Honestly. It's gotten to the point where detention has become a joke and removing points is a formality. I actually have no idea how I'm meant to deal with the amount of misbehaviour going on when they won't listen to a word I say! ~~A student went so far as to~~

[Actually. He doesn't really want to announce that.]

It's a little difficult to comprehend. Is there any advice anybody can give me, because I am at a loss here. I think perhaps it's time for a discussion amongst ourselves before things get even more out of hand.

We're much stronger as team than we are individually, in any case.

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At least you found your manners.

I'm not sure. [Huh they really haven't. You can do this. You can make conversation.]

That's odd, we have plenty in common. How's...[Uh.]

How's your flock?

[At first he's confused, because what the hell is Murdoc talking about.]

My fl-

[And then it hits him and he feels like a dumbass.]

Oh! You mean the kids...

[...The kids.

Now that he's thinking about that, it's probably very obvious the shift in mood as everything in relation to them comes to mind.]

...They're fine. Yours?

[He snorts a little at Dirk's confusion, for someone who talks almost entirely in ironic metaphors he didn't seem to get slang sometimes.]

Yes, Dirk. The kids. [Sip..ing his coffee.] They're alright-- He's alright. I suppose.

[He may not get slang sometimes, but that's only because Murdoc's slang is fuddy duddy old people slang. Seriously, get with the times old man.

But even though he didn't get that, he definitely zeroed in on that one little word snafu.]

...They? You said they. Preeetty sure I heard they. Which implies... Ehhh?

Which implies I slipped up and said the wrong word.

[He's trying to look super casual by staring at Dirk with wide eyes.]

Dirk is a good swimmer. [Stare. Take the bait. Take ittakeittakeit.]

Dude, when kids are involved you don't just slip up and imply you have more of them than you do. That's just not a thing that happened. No, before Dirk came along I made sure to specify I only had one. You don't just say 'they' by accident. I didn't spike that coffee, bro, you ain't drunk.

[Doesn't take the bait.]

Sometimes havin' Eridan makes me feel like I have three kids.

[Sigh.] I have two other children. Two girls, twins. That's about it.

Is the weather nice where you live?

[...Hold on. He's just going to stare at Murdoc with his eyebrows raised as high as they can possibly go. He can't believe his ears. He just. Can't.]

...Three...

Holy flipping dolphins, what? As hard as it is to get in your pants, you-

[Oh. Fuck. No he didn't just say that. He didn't just go there, he didn't have to go there fuck fuck fuck.]

It's nice. It's really nice, Soho is rad. Yeah, I love the weather there a whole lot. It's just... It's the best, you have no idea.

They're twins, Dirk. And I didn't know about them until recently. Stop talkin' about me like I'm a game.

[He props his elbows up on the edge of the desk and rubs at his head, groaning quietly.]

You don't need to know that. I shouldn't have said anythin'.

[At his comment, Bro can't help but feel hurt and sulky. He'd already told Murdoc that he was more than a game, he thought they were over that. He turns his head away, staring hard at the floor as he lets out something that's probably just gonna make it all the more awkward for the two of them.]

You're not a game, you're the prize.

[Wait what.]

I'm the what? [He's just frozen in the spot, staring at Dirk past his hands like he just told him he's the father of all of the Striders as well as his own children.]

You don't mean that.

[A part of him thought he was going to regret letting that slip out, but he isn't prepared for the reaction from Murdoc. In a way, it reminds him of how he himself had reacted when Murdoc had complimented his eyes. It gives him a sense of... control. Like he'd succeeded in taking Murdoc down a peg like he'd been taken down. It makes him feel better. Not in a cruel, sadistic kind of way, just. Like they're on even footing now.]

You heard what I said. And why don't I mean it?

[The fact that Murdoc thinks he doesn't mean it is honestly kind of frustrating. It's with a moment's hesitation that he reaches up and pulls off his shades. Instantly he feels naked, vulnerable, but he ignores that. A few more seconds and he finally gets the nerve to turn his face back to Murdoc's.]

Do I look like I'm lying?

[Dirk is right, Murdoc feels very vunerable right now. He knows he's attractive, he's very content with himself in that regard. He is also very aware of how overbearing and annoyingly mopey he can be is. He isn't a prize at all, not for a guy like Dirk, anyway. He was something that seemed like a good idea at the time but would turn out to be a mistake, he was sure of it.]

You don't know me.

[He rubs the back of his neck, not sure if he wants to look at Dirk's eyes right now. Mostly because he knows he'll just melt and fold and give him everything but also because he's afraid of how much he'll give away. And yet he's looking anyway.]

I suppose not. No. [He looks guilty now.]

I know you enough.

[In a way he can't believe he's actually sounding this confident, but. It's a different feeling, when he feels more in control. It's easier to sound confident. Murdoc had caught him off guard that night and completely stolen away his coherency. This time it was kind of the other way around and he felt better about it.

He stares hard at Murdoc, trying to convey that he is a prize. That he doesn't need to know him deeply to know that. It's obvious just by the little interaction they've already had.

His brows furrow lightly at the look on Murdoc's face though.]

What's that look for?

Now I'm wonderin' how much enough is.

[He sinks a little in his chair, actually pondering that. He doesn't know all that much about Dirk either. Do you have to know someone well to like them like that? Does he like him like that? This is ridiculous.

He stares back for a long moment before he drops his gaze, looking around the room for something to distract himself with.]

What look?

[He isn't quite sure how to answer that, so he just shrugs, flicking his gaze away from Murdoc finally.]

That... look. I dunno. I'm not good at describing looks.

[This is stupid. So. stupid. And he lets out a sigh, because what are they even doing? This is all dumb. He shakes his head, before putting his shades back on.]

Nevermind. I should've said anything. Just... forget it.

[Because you don't like him like that. And it's going to take more than eyes to make you fall for him. And his own feelings are just a jumbled up mess of confusion and he's frustrated with himself.]

It was a stupid slip up.

Alright.

[And he's not going to push that because he honestly can't explain why he feels so guilty. Maybe it's because of Sybille. Or Constance. Or his children. Maybe it's because it shouldn't feel bad to want to play along for once.

He's just.

Tired of feeling guilty.

He leans forward a bit on the desk, reaching forward to pluck Dirk's shades off and put them to the side before crossing his arms.]

You're never goin' to win anythin' with those on.

[Murdoc, it turns out, is a constant surprise at every turn. He's just not used to anyone having the nerve to ever reach out and take his shades off without permission. Mainly because the people he's used to being with know how important they are. They know to be afraid of that- perhaps irrationally, since he wouldn't really do anything bad, but. still.

Anger flashes in his eyes briefly simply because it's not something he's used to, but he takes in a slow breath and lets it out, flicking his eyes away from Murdoc.]

Last I checked, life was like a carnival game. You can't win anything, so what's the goddamn point?

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[Murdoc knows it's a pretty ballsy move, but he doesn't feel like he has any reason to be scared of Dirk right now. Even if he did lash out, he'd just fight back. He knows what's behind the glasses, Dirk knows he knows what's behind them. So, putting them on makes it seem like he's trying to hide something.

If Murdoc needs to sit here with all of his expressions being made obvious, Dirk can too.]

You make me look positive, sometimes. Have you already given up?

[Bro's quiet for a long time after that, still not looking at Murdoc. He's looking anywhere but at the man, as his eyes dart across the room. The coffee cup in his hand has been forgotten and it's nearly cooled to room temperature by now. He doesn't know what to say to that. Has he given up? No. He's still stupidly falling for him like an idiot. But the way Murdoc left that night? He had made it seem like he didn't have a fucking shot. So...]

I'm still trying to decide if there's even a fucking point to trying.

[He decided to be honest. To just. fucking say it. He feels stupid after saying it, but at least he wasn't being cagey anymore. At least he was throwing it all on the table.

But godddd he feels dumb.

He's just not used to wooing someone. At all. It's just always been sex, sex, sex. He's never actively tried to... do what he's doing with Murdoc. Every little step just feels like a failure and he doesn't know what he's even fucking doing. It's frustrating to the point he wants to just scream and give up. And he's hyper aware of just how immature and stupid he sounds.]

[Murdoc stares pointedly at Dirk while he's quiet. He doesn't like how unnerving the silence is but he has nothing to say without feeling awkward. He wonders if in his attempts to appear aloof he also made himself look like an ass who isn't interested. He's not sure why, but the idea of Dirk losing interest so soon is devastating for him.

Maybe it would be because the attention is flattering and he's enjoying playing along, but it feels as if he's worried that if he doesn't take this shot it will be a perfect summary of every chance he let himself miss up until now.

Those words sting a little. Did he not realise he was trying? Was he sending the wrong signals. He wants to be angry at Dirk for leading him on, but he wonders if he lead him on himself. He doesn't know how hard the other man is trying but it's just so fucking scary to let himself trust him.

He needs to sit there, staring at the table for a long moment before the obvious answer to that comes to him.]

If you don't want to try then there certainly isn't a point in it. But it if you think it's worth it, it's probably worth a shot. Maybe.

[He fiddles with his coffee cup.] Nothin' like this works out over night.

I never said I didn't want to try. I thought I've made it pretty obvious!

[He's starting to sound vaguely frustrated. Because the truth is he just really can't tell at all if Murdoc has any interest in him. Yeah he likes his eyes, but. Does it go further than that? Does Bro even actually have a shot? He can't tell, and that's the part that frustrates him.]

You know what? You seem pretty gung ho for me to spill all of my thoughts and feelings, but I have no idea at all what you're thinking. I can't fucking read you. So if you want me to be an open book, why don't you try, too?

[Oh well this is awkward. Murdoc hates it when the tables are turned. It's pretty easy for him to sit here and expect Dirk to share everything so he can trust him, but opening up and sharing his own opinions is another thing all together. Only he'd thought he'd been doing better up until now. It's been a long time since he's been that playful with anyone and an even longer time since he's been able to express any sort of affection for someone who isn't his son. Which really doesn't count.

So now he has no idea what to say. So he just sort of gives Dirk a looooong deer in the headlightsesque stare before he actually fucking says something.]

I thought I was. I was tryin' anyway. [He really can't wait for awkward conversations to stop being a thing.]

[It's around that time that maybe Bro is hit with the realization that ones again, the two of them are more similar than he previously thought. In this case, it's assuming he's been more expressive than he is. And being misinterpreted. He's starting to wonder if that's the case, that he really just... hasn't been reading him right. And that Murdoc's thought he was expressing more than he was.

It doesn't make it any less frustrating that he hasn't known how Murdoc's been feeling, but it does at least make him not blame him. Because he's has way too much experience dealing with these problems to hold it against him.]

Heh... I think this is one of those times where we're way too damn similar.

[He doesn't offer an explanation for that statement, either.]

[His mood is liften now that the tension has passed again, but it feels like he's having a hard time deciding how he really feels about everything.

He raises an eyebrow at Dirk, casually sipping his cold coffee.]

'Times' implies you've felt that way more than once.

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