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_{[Dirk is probably more buttmad than he should be. He's calmed down several times, but then the moment he checks the journals again, he just goes right back to raging. Clearly this would be a sign to stay off them. But he's an eleven year old throwing a perpetual tantrum. Logical reason doesn't work in this instance.]}

I'm just noping so hard right now.
Noping into infinity.
On a skateboard. Ollieing into the sun. Disintegrating into a billion and one pieces.
This might be the last time anyone hears from me. Consider it be death by everything is stupid.

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I don't know how well that will work. I have to have him for a teacher, too. Do you know how much this sucks?
I don't even want to be here anymore.
I just don't get it. How is it that the ministry is so backwards? This is dumb. So. Fucking. Dumb.

What's on the line?

Then just fucking be nice to him or something! Seriously!
Is it really that goddamn hard to suck it up and not piss somebody off?
I get you're mad. I know the ministry is fucked up. But seriously he's got more power than anyone here. Or at least that's what he says. And y'know what? Considering he wants to fucking deport Matteris, I think that shows he has some.

A lot.

It's just really hard to calm down because everything about him makes me so angry.

_{[His handwriting is shaky, if that's any indication.]}

I can't believe people just accept shit like this. It doesn't make sense at all.
Just. Fuck everything.
But at least with Professor Matteris getting fake married she can't be deported. Probably.

Like what?

Then stop thinking about him. Have you done your homework? You should do your homework. I'm pretty sure I assigned something you should be doing.

[Hi, guess who's avoiding the topic.]

I'm pretty sure it was about Mermish grammar or something. You should definitely start on it, I think it'll take a while.

I already finished it.

What's going on?

... Already? Seriously?

Do I need to start assigning you double homework or what?

Maybe you should make it more challenging.

How do you expect me to open up to you when you won't do the same for me?

[There are several inkblots, because. Dirk makes a good point, as frustrating as that is.]

I wanted to wait until a good time to tell you, ok? I didn't want to be forced. I hate that he's fucking making this happen.

But... Meet me somewhere and we'll talk, alright? I can't have this over the journals. Especially if he's somehow found a way to break privacy filters, and considering he's from the ministry he very well might have.

Or I'm just paranoid. I dunno.

Just... meet me in my classroom.

_{[Dirk doesn't respond. He just grabs Cal and goes to the classroom as directed. He just knows this isn't going to be good, and he can't count on Orangina to be cuddly the entire time. She'd probably decide to run around and explore instead.

It doesn't take him too long before he's there, standing in the back of the room near the door.]}

[To be honest, Bro is incredibly terrified of having this discussion. He'd meant to have it sooner, but there was just never a good time. And now he was being forced to because of Snow. It pissed him off, but. Well, it was a conversation that needed to happen, and maybe it was for the best, if he really thought about it, considering he might have kept putting it off. Because... was there ever a good time to have this discussion? Not really.

The second Dirk is in there, Bro is flicking his wand at the door. It closes, it shuts, and he's putting all kinds of protection spells. No one will ever know they were in there.

When he's done, he ushers Dirk over, forcing a small smile.]

Hey, man... C'mon in, sit down, please?

_{[Dirk knows he has something to worry about with this conversation. That much was obvious from the conversation on the the journals. It's painfully obvious when he sees Bro. Sometimes he has a hard time understanding some things, but from living with Bro over the summer, he's able to get a good read of him.

That smile doesn't actually look happy at all.

There's nothing normal about this meeting. That's not surprising. Anytime they have conversations things get sad. It's not really anyone's fault. Given everything that's gone on since even before Dirk went into Bro's care, it makes sense. But that's not to say it's always bad. There's a lot of good times.

This just isn't one of them.

This is what makes Dirk determined to get something normal out of this before whatever bomb gets dropped. He lets Cal fall from his shoulders and he holds the puppet to his torso. Before he takes a seat, he goes up to Bro and holds Cal's fist out. You better bump it, Bro.]}

[For some stupid reason, the simple act of Dirk wanting him to fistbump Cal is enough to make his walls crumble a little. A lump rises in his throat and he shivers slightly, imperceptibly to Dirk. It's just... Touching, in a weird, annoying way. And because of everything on his mind right now, he can't help but think about the worst possible things.

Like... What if this kind of thing goes away? What if he never gets the chance to fistbump Cal again with Dirk? What if he loses Dirk forever and...

He swallows, raising his fist slowly and pressing it against Cal's. He can't break down. Not right now.

Once he's done, he grabs his chair and slides it next to the one that Dirk is going to sit in. He doesn't want a desk separating them. He sits down on it, and draws in a breath. This isn't going to be an easy conversation, and he's starting to stupidly get scared.]

_{[After the fistbump, Dirk takes the cue to sit down. He's terrified of this conversation and doesn't want to be the first one to speak. But he's also too scared to even want to know what Bro is going to say. He glances at his uncle briefly, then looks down at the floor, holding Cal close to him.

He's just going to suffer through the silence and wait for Bro to speak.]}

[It's harder to pull himself together after that than he expected, and so it's at least a full minute before he finally finds it in himself to speak. His heart hurts and he has a nauseous feeling rolling around in the pit of his stomach.]

He... This Snow guy. I... I think he has the power to screw things over with the... the custody battle, Dirk.

[He opens his mouth to continue, but he's suddenly just not sure how to... even continue. Because how does he even say this? It hurts to think about. It's terrifying to think about and he just doesn't know how to explain things. But he knows he needs to at least try.]

Especially now that it's... gotten a little harder.

_{[Dirk isn't surprised with the direction this went when Bro started speaking, but that doesn't hurt him any less. This is serious and he's scared. This will never start being scary.]}

Did I ruin everything?

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