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[moveslikejaeger]

[Maxim hasn't even gotten a chance to write in his shiny new journal yet (Or rather, old journal that he's forgotten about until now, whoops). He just set it down on the bed, plunked himself down on his stomach, and has at it.]

[But nothing happens.]

[Clearly he just needs more ink - noooo, that doesn't work either. Now there is just a big purple splotch on the page.]

[Okay Maxim, time to be clever about this. Time to use your head.]

[A few minutes later, there is a photo of a very shirtless boy with purple hair, pouting pathetically at the viewer. His journal is broken and he wants attention, take pity on him, please.]

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[moveslikejaeger]

[Rhianna's Rude Boy plays, but the accompanying picture is of Maxim in a tight pink shirt]

[Better?]

we interrupt this program to bring you...

[polariity]

[Oh hey it's that lisping douchebag! And what's this, he's holding up a sign of his own while lounging in what looks like a packrat's heavenly paradise?]

['TEN POINTS FOR THE GOOD SONG CHOICE']

Something awesome, clearly!

[moveslikejaeger]

[HOORAY! You get a thumbs up for not being a crotchety old fart like Professor Piexes! He'll even throw in a little hip wiggle, since he's sort of still listening to the music]

[polariity]

[Just a dry smirk and a thumbs up in return. He is doing this more out of immature spite than anything but hey sure hip wiggling whatever.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[Spite is one of the best reason to do things. Spite and mischief.]

[polariity]

[Good Maxim. He has a feeling you are going to do well in his class.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[What is this? A reason to look forward to school?]

[Gosh, something's wrong here.]

[Clearly, he just has to do worse in all his other classes]

[polariity]

[Just don't do worse in his class, or else you end up tossed in the lake. Unless that's what you were planning.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[No, of course not. Although he wouldn't fuss if he did get thrown in the lake. Getting thrown at things is what Jaegers are good for.]

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[quasistellar]

Ten points from your house and a week's detention for the music.

voice

[moveslikejaeger]

Vort' it~

[Also, he'll be skipping those detentions, thank you very much. Partially because he'll have forgotten, and partially because he just doesn't care]

[quasistellar]

Pardon?

[She'll make sure he doesn't. Howlers to parents and students both tend to have that effect.]

[moveslikejaeger]

Nottink!

[She is more than welcome to try!]

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[polariity]

Well now I need to just give him twenty, I gueth.

[Also he's turning on his laptop and... starting some sorta music up. He is genre savvy in this, okay.]

[quasistellar]

I cannot believe you are encouraging this. Am I actually going to have to dock thirty to have an effect?

[Somehow, in the background, she has accidentally turned on her iPhone. And it's playing music..]

[polariity]

Then I'll jutht give him forty. But really, give him a break, he obviouthly didn't know that...

[W a i t.]

Ith... that the Imperial March?

[quasistellar]

Obviously didn't know what?

...oh. My phone must have gone off accidentally. And what of it? I happen to be a fan of John Williams.

[heh. heh. heh.]

[polariity]

[What are those strange strangled deer noises? who knows.]

[THIS ISN'T FAIR. SHE IS THE ENEMY. THE ENEMY WHO HAPPENS TO HAVE NICE HIPS AND LIKES- NO, ENEMY. E-N-E-M-Y. FOCUS, APEMIS. FOCUS.]

Thtop corrupting thingth with your interetht in them!!

[quasistellar]

...pardon me? What is that even supposed to mean? I didn't realize that was a thing that was possible. I mean, I can't possibly be the only little girl who wanted to be Princess Leia.

[polariity]

You're a horrible perthon ith what it meanth. [He sounds so distressed.] I wanted to be Han...

No, you're not allowed in the club. Get out.

[moveslikejaeger]

Hy vanted to be Leia too! She kicked all de butts, und she had dot sexay slave costume, rawrrrl.

[It's his post, he can make inane comments if he wants]

[polariity]

...Tho did you want to be Leia even with the thexy thlave outfit on?

[quasistellar]

...I...see. She certainly did, didn't she.

[Why does real life not have a backspace key.]

[quasistellar]

How does that make me --

[...oh. OH. Awkward.]

You mean you're not allowed. Whatever.

[polariity]

[He just wants to hate you in peace, Constance, why do you have to make this so awkward? First the hips and now Star Wars?]

Ooh no, I called it firtht.