sortinghat_rp | 12 Smuppets; Text; Forward dated slightly to morning

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12 Smuppets; Text; Forward dated slightly to morning

Yo, it's been entirely too long since you all got a real homework assignment. Not something like those little study assignments I've been giving you. It's about time for another one of the real deals.

Since you're all on the same level, this goes to everyone. You've been studying basic phrases in Mermish, right? So it's time to put those to use. I want everyone to start inco

[But then the message stops for a few long moments. Ink drips onto the page as if he's dropped his quill. It's a while before anything more than inksplatters appears.]

Alright, that was weird! I just had like, a massive head rush or something. I don't remember coming into this room! And I don't even know whose journal this is, but I guess I got a teacher's journal by accident? I don't even know. But whatever. I hope they don't mind me using it, because I can't find my own.

This guy writes a lot of weird things.

Oh, I probably shouldn't be reading this, should I? Sorry! Please don't give me detention. I'm just kinda confused, I wasn't thinking. I'll pretend I didn't read anything.

So anyway, I've been here a few months now and weird things are still happening. Like me waking up in this room randomly, for example. Is that normal? Should I see a doctor? I know this place is magical, but still it's really freaking weird.

I should probably get out of here now that I think about it. I don't wanna be caught in some teacher's office without permission...

Also does anyone have any ink I can borrow? Because this black is really boring.

[So yeah, Bro is back to being a first year in the middle of writing a homework assignment and is kinda confused. On an OOC note, responses will come from

brohoof]

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Well the head rush is going away and I don't feel that bad, so I guess I'm alright. I'm still a bit freaked out though, ending up in that teacher's room without knowing how.

The more I think about it, the more I wonder if I was kidnapped. It's the only explanation.

[...okay then.]

did you hit your head or something

Well if I was kidnapped, I could've hit my head in the struggle! Because if I was kidnapped, there's no way I would've just let it happen. The struggle would've brought down the house.

Or the castle. Which I guess is a house, technically. Either way.

bro you werent kidnapped

hold on ill come get you

[Not come find, because find implies he doesn't know exactly where Bro's office is.]

As much as I like nicknames, you can call me Dirk if you want to. I don't really know you that well, and aren't nicknames a thing you use when you're friends with someone?

But ok, I guess I could use the help if you really want. I do need to get back to Gryffindor tower before I get in trouble for being here.

[Yep he's already on his way.

He knocks on Bro's office door, muttering under his breath.]

ohmygod Bro I swear to fuck if this is some sort of elaborate prank--

[When he hears the knock on the door and the voice outside, he's halfway to hiding because he's sure he's been found out and they're coming to punish him. He's halfway under the desk when Dave enters the room, and when he lays eyes on him he gasps.

BANG.

That's the sound of his head hitting the desk as he scrambles to get up.]

Shit- Ah! I mean, crap! Don't tell mom I said that. What're you doin' here?

[Dave pulls up short when Dirk crawls out from under Bro's desk.]

...Dirk? Wait-- mom? Wh--

[He doesn't understand why you seem surprised, but he doesn't really question it. He's learned never to question you, honestly.]

Yeah, that word I just let slipped. Don't tell her. So how'd you get here? I mean, I thought you couldn't! Did you somehow find magic? Are you finally gonna join me here, or what?

[Because honestly, having his guide to coolness right within reach is just so amazingly nice. He's had to make it up as he went along for the last couple of months and he's pretty sure he's messed up a few times.]

[And then it clicks. And when it does, Dave has to grip onto the nearest surface to keep his knees under him.

This wasn't Dirk. It was Bro.

And he was under the impression that Dave was David.

Dave shakes it off and tries to look cool.]

I...yeah. Looks like it. C'mon, Dirk, we gotta get back to the tower.

[He holds out his hand to this younger version of his dad.]

[Dirk stares at the offered hand. Something is different here. Something's a little off here, and he can tell. He just... doesn't know what.

Finally it clicks.]

David... [It's a whisper.] Holding hands isn't cool...

[Gosh, what's wrong with you??]

[Dave stares at his hand and then reaches out and ruffles ~~Bro~~ ~~Dirk~~ mini Bro's hair instead.]

Sure it is, if it gets us past the fuzz. You don't want the campus police segwaying all up on our behinds with their little helmet-mounted lights flashing 90 miles per hour.

If we're stuck together, I can just tell 'em you were giving me the grand tour.

[He has no idea what you just said, honestly. But he's kind of used to that. He tries to mimic it sometimes, but it falls flat. So he only practices talking like that in front of the mirror, for now. Right now he's mainly just focusing on the fact he just said it was ok to hold hands. If David says it's okay, well. He might be questioning when it became ok, but he won't argue.]

If you say so. But you confuse me with all these rules sometimes.

[But he smiles, because the hair ruffling really was nice, and then he reaches his hand out.] I can't really give you a tour when I still get lost sometimes... Sorry for that, by the way. I know getting lost is totally not cool, but gosh. This place is really confusing sometimes!

[If he gets the two of them lost, he's going to be so embarrassed.]

[Dave smiles reassuringly when Dirk takes his hand.]

Sometimes it's just as cool to break rules as it is to follow them. Thought I told you that one before.

You'll get there eventually. You've only been here for a few months, right?

I guess so, but... They're your rules. I thought those were like the rules not to break.

[He nods.]

Yeah. Don't you remember? September. You should remember it... [He shifts slightly.] Y'know. The day I broke like. Three of the biggest rules ever.

[Dave scoffs.]

How are you ever gonna out-cool me if you don't break the rules sometimes?

[His manner shifts a little from faux-cockiness to uncertainty at that.]

Which rules were those?

I... but- [A sigh.] You're right, sorry.

[But at David's question, his eyebrows furrow.]

How do you not remember? You were there the entire time. I thought you had it written down or something. Or at least stored in your head!

[He's kind of sad that you did forget, honestly.]

I took off my shades. Rule one. I... I hugged you. Rule two. And I... uh. I cried. Rule three.

[Dave pulls up short when mini Bro lists the rules that he broke.

...oh. Well smash his heart to tiny fucking pieces, why don't you.

It doesn't help that it reminds him of the time when he very, very nearly broke the exact same three rules, about four years ago.

So you know what? He's gonna pull miniBro into a hug.]

There, Bro. Now we're even.

[Despite the fact he felt so bad about breaking the rule, there's one thing to know about Bro-Dirk. He actually really, extremely likes hugs. He just never really gets them very often. But when he does, he loves every single second of it.

So when David pulls him into a hug, he's speechless and doesn't move for several seconds.]

I...David...

[He sounds so extremely unsure, but. Finally his arms come up to wrap around him. This is... really, really nice. But he's really nervous, because is this like a test or something? Is he going to get in trouble for hugging back? So it's stopping him from enjoying it fully, and it's clear he's hesitant.]

[Nope, the train has pulled into Hugtown and they're not getting off for a while.]

You know I ain't gonna get mad at you for breaking the rules like that. Perfectly understandable. Not a judge in the world would commit you. You thought you weren't gonna see me again 'til December.

[Finally he lets go and holds miniBro at arms' length, then smiles and ruffles his hair.]

It ain't no thing. Bros before all.

[He presents his knuckles for a fistbump. He sort of basically has no idea whatsoever what his uncle was like. He met him maybe three or four times in his life and had a conversation with him maybe once.]

[He really is glad for that, even though he still feels awkward as all get out. Dave's words make him relax a little bit, and he hugs him a lot less hesitantly than he was before. By the time Dave pulls away, he's almost clinging to him.]

It feels like it's been a year already...

[He looks at the fist, and has an internal dilemma. David said it was okay to break the rules, right? Well...

He ignores the fist, and goes back in for another hug. This one definitely a lot clingier.]

I missed you so much, bro.

[...oh. Okay.

Okay, it's hug time again.

He wonders if Bro is going to remember this afterward, and he sort of really, really hopes that if he does, he's not mad.

Hell, he's hoping that he's doing a good enough job that his uncle doesn't come back from the dead to kick his ass.

He hugs back when he's hugged again, after only freezing for a moment.]

Missed you too, Dirk. It ain't the same without you at home.

[Yep. Yep it's hug time, and this time he's not going to let go for a while. To his credit, he's at least managing to not cry. So only one rule is being broken this time. He's just so happy he's here. And hugging him. And then he says that, and he can't help but grin into the hug, burying his face into Dave's chest to hide it, ignoring how his shades smoosh against his face when he does.]

Does this mean you'll stay?

[Dave unconsciously tenses a little and tightens his arms around Dirk, sighing and settling his chin on top of Dirk's head.]

I'll stick around for as long as I can, I promise.

...But you can't be upset when I gotta go. Promise me that, Dirk, okay? Don't hold it against me.

I...

[That sounds like an order. And he kind of gets the feeling this is a rule he shouldn't break. But... how can he not break it? He won't hold it against him, but. He'll be really, really upset. He... he guesses that maybe he doesn't have to tell David that. It can be his guilty little secret, when the time comes.]

Alright, I... I promise. I'll just make sure we have the best time we can! I'll show you the lake, and maybe the Squid'll come out, even though it's really cold. I hope it does. If it doesn't, I guess I can show you something else just as cool! Like maybe the forest, even though I've never been in it.

[...well.]

Alright, that's not true. I kinda went in there a little bit, but don't tell anybody. It's forbidden, y'know. See! I broke a rule. I'm awesome.

[He's really, seriously trying not to dwell on the fact that David might have to go away. He doesn't want that. He just... wants his bro to stay.]

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