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[quasistellar]

[You may want to cover your ears for this one, folks. Professor Constance Peixes is angry. She is very angry. She hasn't sent a Howler, but this might as well be one going out to the entire faculty and student body.]

I am absolutely appalled at the degree of inappropriate subject matter that our students are currently discussing in their journals. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, and particularly so for discussing it with incoming first-years. Mr. Makara and Mr. Kishitani, you both have a month's detention, beginning on the first day of fall term. Mr. Makara, for writing the entry in question, and Mr. Kishitani, for encouraging the discussion, particularly among the younger students.

What in Merlin's name were you thinking? This isn't a 'friendly discussion about biology', this was getting students to discuss matters of a highly personal and private nature! And at the ages of eleven, twelve, and thirteen!

AND MY DAUGHTER AMONG THOSE STUDENTS!

You continued arguing about it being perfectly all right to discuss touching oneself after some of the younger girls said they weren't comfortable with it! They were right to think that their mothers wouldn't want to see them in the middle of a discussion like that, because they don't!

To the rest of you: I highly recommend you think before you write a journal entry discussing a topic of a sexual nature, and frankly, I discourage you from doing so.

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[allisnotlost]

But Father...

[wwistful]

No buts.

[allisnotlost]

[Noise*.

(*whine, etc.)]

[wwistful]

Go to bed.

[allisnotlost]

[Ok the noise stopped.

Aka he probably closed it and he's going to end up ignoring him as long as he can now.]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc awaits seeing him in an hour.]

[allisnotlost]

[Hahaha.

Eridan does too.]

[wwistful]

[Yeah. Okay. It's been an hour and he's paced around and fumed for long enough.

To be honest, he's kind of worried he crossed the line there. So he's going to slink up stairs and knock lightly on Eridan's door.]

[allisnotlost]

[Yeah, he's not going to answer. He forgot to lock his door, but he's just going to throw the blankets over his head and hope that he just goes away.]

[wwistful]

[You make his life hard, Eridan. He nudges open the door but he doesn't come in.]

Are you awake?

[allisnotlost]

[Takes one to know one, dad.

He huffs hard to that, shifting a little bit. However, he's going to keep on thinking that he's not y'know... totally not making it really obvious that he's still awake.]

[wwistful]

[Alright, if you're going to pretend, he's going to play along. He trudges forward and grabs onto a blanket, pulling it over Eridan.]

[allisnotlost]

[Wow, rude. He's just going to lay there with his eyes shut tight. Fuq uuuuu.]

[wwistful]

[SIGH.] Do you want me to apologise?

[allisnotlost]

[Silence.

Silence...] ... Yes.

[wwistful]

[He fully intended on saying it but now he's biting his tongue.] You want me to apologise for worryin' about you?

[allisnotlost]

[He's still not going to move yet, but at least he's talking a bit more.] You were worryin' for no reason.

[wwistful]

[Move the fuck over because he wants to sit down.]

There's always a reason to worry about you.

[allisnotlost]

[MAKE ME OLD MA---ok no he's scooting over a bit.]

No there isn't. I'm fine.

[wwistful]

Because you're home an' safe with me.

[allisnotlost]

Ewen still, you don't hawe to worry about me. I'm not ff.... [Ssstopping self.] I'm not helpless.

[wwistful]

You don't have to be helpless for me to worry about you, Eridan.

[allisnotlost]

Then why? Why are you worryin' about me?

[wwistful]

I've been worryin' about you since you were born, you idiot. I'm not goin' to up an' stop now.

[allisnotlost]

[...]

Oh.

[Mmmf.]