Gamzee Makara (
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sortinghat_logs2012-05-31 03:52 am
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Lay me down
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.
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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"I don't want to make anymore enemies. I'm not sure if you understand that, Makara."
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"Then don't give it to me."