Eternal Detention

[wwistful]

WHO: Murdoc Dongohuge Donoghue and Maxim Jaeger
TONE: DISCIPLINE AT ITS FINEST
RATING: PG-13? Lots of naughty words.
WHEN: Second night back at school
WHERE: Murdoc's office
WHAT: As promised, Maxim is having his one session of detention for being a smart arse.
STATUS: Ongoing

This has been a long time coming. Sure, the shock and horror of the journal drama seemed to have settled, but now that school was back in session the consequences had to be faced. While there's a sadistic joy in being able to dish out punishment, Murdoc wasn't exactly looking forward to dealing with this tonight.

Maxim was a particularly troublesome sort of boy. Nothing Murdoc said ever seemed to stick and making him listen was a trial. He hadn't thought of anything particularly creative as a punishment, but he would give it a shot. If it didn't work out, he could always send a letter to his mother.

So he sits alone at his desk, waiting for the allocated time so that Maxim can show up, be obnoxious and then they can both move on.

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[moveslikejaeger]

Maxim would never understand why the professors always insisted on sending letters home to his mother. It clearly worked just as well as detention did, which he skipped just as often as he attended. You would think they'd learn and just give up already, but nope, never did. Still, he could give them a few lessons of his own.

Strolling into Murdoc's office ten minutes late, as casual and self-assured as can be, Maxim flashed a toothy smile at the professor, tipping his hat to him. "Effnink, Professor Tightpents."

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While it was an obviously hopeless case, Murdoc wasn't quite ready to give up trying to teach him yet. He'd already earnt himself the description of 'strict professor', but to him it was all part of the job. He wasn't going to sit idly by while children were running amock.

Murdoc looks up with a bland expression as Maxim enters, but it's quickly exchanged for a bewildered one. His eyebrow raises and twitches in frustration. Did the boy honestly think he would get away with calling him that to his face? What was he thinking?

"Excuse me?" He hisses out of his teeth, trying not to lose his temper so early on.

[moveslikejaeger]

He flashed the most innocent expression he has, shrugging his shoulders. "Vell, vit my eckscent, Hy t'ough hyu vouldn't appreciate it if Hy excidentally called hyu Professor Dongohue."

He paused, then added. "Hy vas really tryink to say it right, Hy svear."

[wwistful]

"Donoghue. Do-No-Hyu. It isn't particularly complicated, Jaeger." He scowls at him.

"You could just call me Professor. I fail to see why your false observations about the size of my pants are necessary." He grumbles, nodding at the chair in front of his desk. "Sit."

[moveslikejaeger]

"Yah, vhat Hy said! Dong-no-hyu!" He shrugs his shoulders helpessly.

"Becauze dey iz tight und iz nize," he grins lecherously, waggling his eyebrows as he plops down in the chair. And promptly sits back, putting his boots on Murdoc's desk.

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"No. Not.. Dong. Don. There's no 'g' sound, Jaeger."

He's clenching his teeth now. "They are not tight, they are a comfortable size." He gives Maxim a pointedly flat look. "I don't care if you think they're ni-- Put your feet down this instant!"

[moveslikejaeger]

"Iz not my fault!" he protests again, pouting at Murdoc. "Hyu ken ask Oggie, he vill pronounce it de vay!"

Maxim will just give him a blank look back and cup his hands in the shape of a bottom. "Nottink iz left to de imagination, sir, Hy iz sorry to be de vun to inform hyu ov dis fact. Especially ven hyu bend offer."

Then he'll remove his boots, the very picture of innocence.

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"If you cannot pronounce my last name properly you will refer to me as either professor or sir. The use of a last name is strictly a formality and honestly, I'd prefer it if you could address me without humilatin' me at the same time."

He's going to clear his throat now, shifting in his seat to prepare for the little rant he's been silently compiling since the journal entries. Maxim's innocent look has nothing on him, he was born with that look. Molded by it. He did not make another facial expression until he was a man.

"This is a perfect example of the overwhelmingly horrible behaviour you've been displayin' from day one, Mister Jaeger. You cannot and you will not make comments of a sexual nature towards myself, as difficult as it may be. Such talk is vastly inappropriate and it's entirely on you to filter yourself. Do you understand this?"

[moveslikejaeger]

"Den how em Hy zuppozed to refer to hyu vhen tokking to odder schtudents?" he asks, jutting his chin out a little more, brows furrowing. "Hy ken't schpell hyu name neidder, hyu know."

After Murdoc finishes scolding him, he opens his mouth to object, puffing himself up in anticipation of an argument. "Iz not my fault dot hyu do vear tight pents! Enyvun vould haff to be blind or udderly oblifious to dere surroundings not to notice! Mebbe iz comfortable to hyu, like zumtime vearink leedle skirts iz to me, but at least Hy vhat zort ov image Hy em prezentink! Iz not chust my opinion, iz a fact. If hyu like vearink tight pents, fine, Hy say! But don' expect pipple to not notice, or not say zumting! Ezpecially dot vhat iz appreacitif in nature!"

Then he pauses to take a deep breath, holding his hands up to ensure Murdoc realized he wasn't done. Exhaling, he bowed his head, placing one hand to his heart. "Howeffer, Hy vill admit Hy vas entirely out ov line vhen Hy called hyu out on de journals. Hy vos angry at de vay Gamzee vos beink treated, und Hy took it out on hyu, vhich Hy schould not haff done. Vos alzo lookink for punishment, but iz not really verra satisfactory vhen it comes so much later. A svift kick in de head probably vould haff been better."

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Murdoc is ticking away as Maxim rambles, his mouth tightening as he holds back the yells he feels building up in him. He really hasn't been a teacher for long enough to handle a student like this.

There's a small pang of sadness as he reflects upon his previous profession. It's considered a difficult job and yet things were just so much simpler. He wouldn't have to worry about being disrespected there. Not in a million years. Why? Because people were scared of him. You don't sass an auror, they don't tolerate that crap. Why, if he were still an auror and Maxim were his partner on the job he'd just. Punch him. Right across the face. Put him in his place.

"A swift kick, mister Jaeger?"

That's when it dawns on him. That's when he decides to handle it exactly as he would have as an auror. He scoffs lightly, leaning in to ruffle Maxim's hair playfully before grabbing a fistful and jerking his head down until his forehead connects with his desk. Hard. Oh that banging noise is satisfying.

"I'm glad you realise you were out of line. I hope that sinks the message in."