small idiot post

[whoslaughingmeow]

Choose Flavor of Garbage: Cat (pictured), Dragon or Shark

Choose if you want a pure thread or not.

Reply and I'll come up with a scene and everything?? I can do the work I'm a big boy

I'm bored help

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[grimandproper]

[ Only the purest of the pure will do for the princess here. Or maybe you want the queen? Though that one hardly goes with any of the little idiots... ]

[earlgreyme]

[What about a bigger idiot.]

[extractionfiend]

[ Pretty sure that kicks purity through the window. Well, unless you want to do time travel again and give the loli a heart attack. ]

[earlgreyme]

[Purity is overrated.

How about an extremely anguishing 'tutoring' session?]

[extractionfiend]

[ It's hard to imagine he needs it, but on the other hand he probably can't concentrate like, at all in her class. Which I'd say is literature since combat would be too tempting for her. Then again, maybe it's one of those things that starts with one broken desk and ends with another. ]

[earlgreyme]

[A desk is certainly going to be broken one way or another, cause he's gripping that tightly. It's hard enough to focus in class, let alone when he's. y'know. alone with her.

He doesn't even know why he's here. An A-? Some perceived flaw that she just HAD to correct? Does it even matter?]

[extractionfiend]

[ Not really, no. To him it's probably just words, words, words until she decides to put her hand on the corner of her desk and lean in. ]

You know, I've been wondering. How do you take notes like that?

[earlgreyme]

...Like what?

[He has an idea of what she's getting at, but he'll never admit it.]

[extractionfiend]

With your hands... [ She touches one, then the other. Then lingers. ] ... tightly gripped on either side of your desk.

[earlgreyme]

I.

Am able to release them to take notes.

[Deep breaths, Gray.]

[extractionfiend]

[ But not too deep. Can't let those fiendish pheromones get to you. ]

Show me.

[earlgreyme]

[He slowly uncurls his hands from the desk, and places them flat on it.

He's taking slow, deep breaths. Everything is fine.]

S-see.

[extractionfiend]

[ She smirks. ]

I meant your notes.

[earlgreyme]

...Oh.

[He opens his notebook.

...And for what it's worth, his notes are pretty good. There are gaps though. That probably line up with exactly when, and a few minutes after, every time she drapes her hand on him or touches him in any way during class.]

[extractionfiend]

[ Like how she's doing right now when she slides behind him and starts reading over his shoulder. Right? Hands on his shoulders and everything. ]

Hmmn... So it seems that you do take notes. Just... when I'm not looking?

[earlgreyme]

It.

Is a system that works.

My marks are very high.

[Something else is very high, too.]

[extractionfiend]

I'll bet that's not the only thing.

[earlgreyme]

NOTHINGELSEISUP.

[extractionfiend]

Hmph.

Show me.

[ It's the same tone as before. Just... lower. ]

[earlgreyme]

[He squeaks

Stay calm stay calm don't let i-DAMMIT.]

Nevermind.

[extractionfiend]

[ She takes her hands off his shoulders and backs up. He might be able to hear her arms cross, but he can definitely feel her gaze bore into the back of his head. ]

I wasn't asking. I was telling.

[earlgreyme]

[He's heard that tone too many times to argue, even if the person normally using it isn't exactly the same.

She can make him exit the desk and show his fully-at-attention shame tenting down there, but she can't make him not cover his face exactly like his mother.]

[extractionfiend]

[ She knows exactly how strict a mentor she can be, but damn. Even she's surprised by his obedience. 'Well done, Lily.' ]

Huh. And here I thought it was your grip that did in all those desks.

[earlgreyme]

[His hands drop just so he can screech.]

I-it was!

[extractionfiend]

I don't know... [ She starts as she walks back in front of the desk.. ] They were always split right down the middle.

[ And then... the dramatic sigh. ] Well. This is certainly awkward, isn't it? I wonder... what should we do?