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[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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[With a sigh, he tries not to smile too much, shaking his head. He's so glad that he can relate to that, the treatment and all.

But his expression turns at the end of that, curling up a bit. Man, he's still too stubborn to actually feel all that sorry for her at the moment, but there is something that is still on his mind: Seeing her at school.] ... God I am still not lookin' forward to goin' back.

[Alright, alright. Time to man down and hug the poor boy. Which, in Murdoc terms, is lying down on the bed and flinging an arm over his son.]

You an' I both.

[And in return, Eridan leans in again a bit, since he's still crossing his arms and acting like a brat.

However, he's going to let it up for a moment. In the most completely joking way he can muster, he chuckles a tiny bit.] ... Hey Father, how much time do you think I'd get off if I sustained a large amount of injuries?

You think I wasted all a this time arguin' over you to let you go fall down the stairs?

You're goin' to school Eridan, an' so am I. [The loudest sigh.]

[He gives him a small punch to the arm.] I don't mean before I get to school, I mean right after.

[ALSO SIGHS. And sort of lowers his voice.] ... Because I'm sure as hell thinkin' I'm gonna get the snot beat out of me one way or another.

It'd take a lot more than a few punches to get you sent home. Besides. Bein' liked isn't important at all, it's bein' right that matters.

An' you should be able to hold your own in a fight anyway.

Hm. I don't care about bein' liked, though. [You complete liar.]

... And I do. I know how to fight, [huff] I know how to fight real well. [He's just. gonna completely lie more. :V]

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[Scoff.] I don't know a teenage boy who doesn't. Besides, the strange boy seems awful found a you.

Is that so? I've never seen you try.

Well. Well, if someone doesn't like me then they're wrong for thinkin' that I'm anythin' other than great. [His expression softens a little, with a tiny soft huff.] Gam? Yeah we're pretty good friends an' all, since we'we kind of gotten to know each other ower the last three years.

[OKAY ENOUGH OF THIS WE'RE GETTING INTO IMPORTANT DISCUSSIONS..]...

Is that a challenge, father?

If you say so. [Murdoc is just going to hum at that because he feels a bit awful for yelling at him.]

[He snorts and rolls over so he can see his judging stare.] Is it? [Just. Going to start. Poking Eridan in the sides.]

[Not so judging stare back...ish, mainly because oh god that tickles oh god.]

It most definitely is! [Poking him back... under his ribs, like a little bit harder.]

[He grunts because, ow you little shit, that hurts. He smirks a little, starting to pinch at his sides instead of just poking.]

Doubt it.

[He's terrible. Also oh god stop that, it hurts and it tickles more but MAN HES GONNA TRY TO HIDE IT!!]

N-Nuh uh! It is! [Yeah yeah. Now he's gonna tickle him.

Can't.

Tame him.]

[HA. You think it is so easy? You think he has not trained himself after years of enduring friendship with Sybille? He is ticklish, but the spot is well hidden.

Now he's just going to stare at Eridan, as if he's planning something horrific.