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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]

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?

[wwistful]

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.]

[wwhatevver]

[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.]

[wwistful]

[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.

[wwhatevver]

[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.]

[wwistful]

[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.

[wwhatevver]

[Don't mind him getting nervous and trying harder to find that spot.

Oh god don't look at him like that dad.]

[wwistful]

[Nope. Going to intensify the stare and stop tickling Eridan altogether.

DO YOU KNOW FEAR, ERIDAN? ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO CONTINUE?]

[wwhatevver]

[Fear.

He knows fear.

Yeah he's too bullheaded to stop he's totally still trying REALLY HARD TO FIND THAT SPOT OH GOD.]

[wwistful]

[Just. Going. to growl. Like an angry old dog.]

[wwhatevver]

[And that gets him to stop. Sort of.]

Why did you just growl.

[wwistful]

You have pinchy little fingers and I can't hit you. [The blandest look.]

[wwhatevver]

[Giving you back that look.] What do you expect? I don't hawe big bear hands like you.

[wwistful]

I don't have bear hands. I have normal sized hands, thank you very much.

[wwhatevver]

No way, your hands are way bigger than mine.

[wwistful]

I'm bigger than you, Eridan.

[wwhatevver]

Well yeah, you're older than me, 'course you'd be bigger than me.

[wwistful]

[Oops big bear hands are going to smother your face.]

Pardon?

[wwhatevver]

[Wow you know that's going to just get a ton of flailing from him.]

Dad no! [Auuughhh.]

[wwistful]

I can't possibly hear you, son. Pity my hands are so terribly over-sized.

[wwhatevver]

[And now he's making gross exaggerated noises in a manner in which it sounds like he's dying. ... A few moments later he goes limp.

He's totally pretending to be dead.]

[wwistful]

[Stare. Eridan. Are you really his son?]

Oh goodness. How will I ever dig a hole deep enough to toss you in?

[wwhatevver]

[What. He can't be dramatic sometimes?

Gosh.




Also still dead.]

[wwistful]

[Welp. If Eridan is dead he won't mind if he pinches at his sides frantically.]

[wwhatevver]

[YEP DEAD STILL DEAD ST--

OH GOD SUDDEN PINCHING. AIDAJSD he jumps the fuck up in some odd squirming mess and shoves his hands away.]

IS THAT HOW YOU TREAT THE DECEASED?!

[HE'S PLAYING I PROMISE.]