Lay me down

[mo_cara]

WHO: Gamzee Makara and Sybille Materis
TONE: Sullen kid and ... possibly punitive professor?
RATING: ~PG13
WHEN: After the whole embarrassing autofellatio conversation
WHERE: Sybille's office
WHAT: Gamzee shows up for what he assumes is some kind of detention.
STATUS: Ongoing


Gamzee was used to getting punished. Detention was a pretty normal thing for him - he'd gotten caught more than once out of bounds past curfew, or smoking where he shouldn't, or fighting. He assumed this would just be more of the same, only made slightly more intolerable by the presence of the BITCH WHO HURT HIS BOY. But still. He could handle it. He could. He just had to grit his teeth and not let all of the poison slip out of his word hole and out onto the floor, where she could use it to fuck with him. He could do this.

He raised his hand, and with his big knuckles, rapped sharply at Professor Materis's office door, trying to school his face into impassivity.

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[arachnoble]

There were probably several ways Sybille could handle Makara. He was clearly in need of help, but that didn't excuse him from the way he treated her. She didn't see why it mattered if she was rude or cruel, she was still in a position of authority and she would damn well make sure he learned to respect that. He would probably never respect her as a person, probably, but Sybille didn't care. He would not speak out while she held power over him, at least.

She flicks her wand, the door opening smoothly. She places the wand on her desk, lacing her fingers together and remaining silent. Hopefully the boy isn't too far gone and can at least understand that's as much of a welcome as he'll get.

[mo_cara]

He wasn't even expecting that much, so he ambles in as soon as the door opens, his hands in his robe pockets as he slouches to her desk and then stands in front of it, silently. He stares at her with an utterly blank look, his face devoid of anything. Truth be told, he looks a little stupid like this, like he's not quite capable of thought.

holy- i am so, so sorry, terry

[arachnoble]

Sybille has to bite her tongue. She's already been told over and over again that she's a terrible teacher, and she wants to prove them wrong. She doubts she will, and is certain Makara will hate her more after this.

There's no shame in trying.

"I know you have your reasons for disliking me, and I do regret my actions. If we can talk about this calmly, perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement."

It's okay! Tags get lost sometimes.

[mo_cara]

"Ain't nobody getting excited here," Gamzee said, still with that same blank expression. If she wanted some sort of reaction from him, he was apparently intent on not providing it.

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[arachnoble]

She grits her teeth. "I can tell." She takes a deep breath. She will not snap at him. She can be better than this.

"Is there any way I can apologize to you? I don't expect you to forgive me, because what I said was horrible and uncalled for." She hates apologizing, and she looks down at her hands. She doesn't want to look at Gamzee, because she knows the boy will probably not care for anything she says. "I can't expect you to understand where I come from, because you're so young and we have had very different lives."

[mo_cara]

"Ain't nothing you did to me. Ma'am." Though she's looking down now, he's still staring at her with his sullen, hard eyes. "Don't know what you'd be apologizing for. Ma'am."

[arachnoble]

"You are the one that is upset." She scowls at her desk, and she rifles through some of the papers on it just to busy herself. "You can stop acting like a fool - you know damn well you want me to do something, even if it's not apologize."

[mo_cara]

He goes silent then. He's certainly not going to insist she do anything - even he knows you can't make teachers do shit, except maybe by asking them real nice, and he'll be damned if he does that to the high and mighty bitch who done his best motherfucker wrong. He just stares at her, hands in his pockets, utterly still.

[arachnoble]

Sybille mutters to herself - it's like talking to a wall. They really aren't getting anywhere with this, and she's not sure what to do. She hates leaving things unsettled, but if Makara is going to be so resistant then she will not even bother. "Are you just going to stand there and be sullen? You can't be treated like a child anymore."

[mo_cara]

"What do you be wanting me to say?" He was genuinely mystified - he had assumed she had brought him here to punish him, or to tell him off or something. He didn't understand what this whole apology thing was. It was Tavros she'd fucked with, not him. What did she expect him to bust out with?

[arachnoble]

"That if you won't tell me what your problem is with me and how we can correct this, you can at least treat me with respect." She sighed, leaning back in her chair.

"I don't want to make anymore enemies. I'm not sure if you understand that, Makara."

[mo_cara]

"I told you, it ain't my problem," Gamzee said, frowning faintly. Didn't she know? Did she really not remember the shit she did to Tavros? Or was it just that commonplace to her? Oh, it's Tuesday, time to crush the ego of a sexually confused adolescent? "But if you want that I stop mouthing off, fine. I ain't looking to get in trouble."

[arachnoble]

"Well Nitram isn't here, is he? And the boy didn't seem to take as much offense as you did." She stares at Gamzee, eyes narrow. Was he this daft on purpose? "At least not in public. I'd rather not have to serve detention with you."

[mo_cara]

At the mention of Tavros, the Slytherin's face went flat again. There was something dangerous in his dark eyes, as he stares back hard at her. It's not as though he poses a real threat to an adult witch of her accomplishment, but it's a clear warning that there's something fundamentally wrong with this kid, something that could go very, very bad given the right set of circumstances.

"Then don't give it to me."