Don't speak

[mo_cara]

WHO: Gamzee Makara and Murdoc Donoghue
TONE: Humorous, awkward, possibly sad
RATING: R: part of this detention involves trying to teach Gamzee sex ed, so I imagine the language might get graphic, though obviously no sexy times
WHEN: September 3rd
WHERE: Murdoc's office
WHAT: Detention and sex ed for a really out of it kid.
STATUS: On-going.


Gamzee really wasn't looking forward to these detentions. He was pretty sure Professor Donoghue hated him, or at the very least found him pathetic, gross, and somewhat annoying. The Slytherin didn't normally care about that sort of a thing, but a month of serving time with someone who looked down on him so much was an uncomfortable thought. He could write lines all day, no problem, or clean whatever the man wanted him to clean, but he wasn't sure how he'd do with a lecture, if that was what was going to happen.

So it was with significant trepidation that he knocked on the DADA professor's office door, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for an answer.

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[mo_cara]

The confusion that passes over Gamzee's face is quite clear - he hadn't even been thinking about that at all, and it may be he's long ago lost the connection between this detention and the ill-fated wank entry of a month ago.

"And ... now you be wanting me to write more about it?"

[wwistful]

He's going to wave that off with a small scowl. Sometimes he realises why he's not cut out for this job. He just has so little patience, but by god is he trying.

"It seemed as if your escapades on the journals were a consequence of misinformation. You were askin' your peers to help explain subjects of a sexual nature and you goofed it up by not narrowin' down your audience enough. So now you're bein' taught so as to prevent another incident.

I want you to understand that you are being punished not because of your curiousity or because of your thoughts, you're being punished for the manner in which you conducted yourself. If you want to ask those kinds of questions, ask a professor or keep it among close friends in person, alright?"

[mo_cara]

"But how come?" Gamzee asks, and he does seem earnest, not challenging. He really doesn't get why he shouldn't have been asking that question to everyone.

[wwistful]

Well, by this point it's clear that Gamzee really doesn't think on the same level as most people do. At least, not on level with people trying to run a school.

"When you posted it within a student filter, you made it visible for not only the younger years to see, but the siblings and family and anyone who happened to be near a student's journal. Now, some may argue that it's both natural and normal for people of a young age to be learnin' about their bodies, but the fact of the matter is that it is a violation of what their guardians deem appropriate and what they themselves are comfortable with. Particularly when you pushed for answers in some cases..."

He clears his throat. "It's better to keep things of that manner in a small circle of people who you know and trust, otherwise things can get out of hand and beyond you. Do you understand?"

[mo_cara]

"No," Gamzee says, frowning. "Look, I know you ain't probably getting it, but sometimes you got to get your speak on about shit what ain't what somebody's parent wants to hear about. Like probably ain't no parent what wants to be thinking about their kid wanking, so they probably don't want them to be all talking about it all around town, either, but how else is a motherfucker gonna get that knowledge all crammed up in his pan?"

He's so earnest, in the way he looks at Murdoc, so genuinely uncomprehending of why it would be bad to talk with other students about things their parents didn't want them to know.

[wwistful]

"Actually, I'm perfectly aware that you'd want to discuss it with your peers, but it isn't your place to decide who should and shouldn't be talking about it. It would have been wiser for you to conduct the conversation among a closer circle of friends. Once again, that sort of discussion is simply not appropriate for the journals."

He nods along with himself before pausing to consider something. "It's a little surprising that you haven't had sexual education before. Has no teacher ever taken initiative?"

[mo_cara]

"Not what I can remember all up in my hole-y pan," Gamzee said, scratching at the back of his neck. "I mean, unless you mean that part where Professor Flukeworth who ain't being here no more told all of them second years that girls had a disease all up in them that made blokes go moth- go really crazy from the smell."

[wwistful]

"Well, that certainly explains some things." He looks unimpressed, but not with Gamzee. He seems a little too old to have gone this long without being properly educated. "Perhaps this is somethin' I need to address with the other professors, then."

He nods to himself, glancing up at the clock before looking down at Gamzee. "Did you have any questions?"

[mo_cara]

"Uh." Gamzee fidgeted in his seat, twisting his fingers around each other. He had a few questions, actually, but he wasn't really sure he should be asking them of a professor. "No. I don't be guessing so."

[wwistful]

Murdoc tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes a little at Gamzee. He's obviously hesitant, Murdoc doesn't need to be particularly observant to catch that. He only wonders if it's worth pushing an answer out of him.

"You're absolutely certain?" He asks as casually as he can, not wanting to pressure the younger man.

[mo_cara]

"Uh ... " Gamzee bites his lips and then says, hesitantly, "I don't know that it be the kind of thing what I should be talking to a professor about."

[wwistful]

"If it's somethin' you don't think you can go without askin' someone I think I would prefer it to be me." He's trying not to narrow his eyes now. He's really damn curious, but he also doesn't want a repeat of the journal fiasco. He can justify his desire to know to himself, though he wonders if Gamzee feels the same.

[mo_cara]

The boy doesn't say anything for a long time, looking down at his hands and considering. But ... he really wants to know. "So, uh. When two motherfuckers want to. You know. Do it. All proper-like. How do they, uh ... how do they make it fit? 'Cause it don't make no kind of sense to me that it would just go in, and I, uh, tried once with something and that shit kind of hurt."

[wwistful]

Murdoc nods along with him, listening intently as Gamzee finally speaks up. Okay. He's trying not to snip or snark. He offered sexual education in the hopes it would bring Gamzee back into line, he can't yell at him for an honest question.

He can, however, slowly turn bright red and sputter everytime he tries to speak. Finally, he snatches up the quill and grabs at some parchment and quickly writes something up. He flicks it furiously so it dries and folds it up, pushing it across the table toward Gamzee.

When Gamzee opens it, he will see a detailed summary of how to lubricate and stretch your partner and the best way to go about doing so written in lovely handwriting.

[mo_cara]

Gamzee opens it right then and there, sitting back to read it. He's not sure why Murdoc's written it down, but he guesses the professor doesn't want a motherfucker to be up and forgetting, which is pretty fair where he's concerned. He goes over it a few times, to make sure he understands, then looks up.

" ... there be any spells for this stuff?"

[wwistful]

Murdoc cringes a little, sinking in his chair as he does. He should have expected this, but he's still so very taken aback. His face is slowly turning a darker shade.

"I suppose there might be. It's a little unintimate to use a spell though, don't you think?" A pause. "Pretend I didn't say that."

[mo_cara]

"Oh, uh ... okay?" Gamzee says, his voice questioning. He wants to ask about the whole 'unintimate' thing, but he guesses he's not supposed to, for whatever reason.

[wwistful]

He's sorry, Gamzee. So, so sorry. He's trying to be open and helpful but dear god he is the most awkward teacher in the entire school. He gives Gamzee a nod and small, half smile and he taps his fingers awkwardly on the desk as he stares at the boy.

"Has this been any help at all to you? This entire...thing. Do you think?" He asks, showing a very rare amount of uncertainty. Congratulations, Gamzee, you are seeing some colourful sides of Murdoc today.

[mo_cara]

"Is it supposed to be?" Gamzee asks, surprised, because he always thought detention was just punishment. But he guesses he has learned some stuff, and it's been kind of interesting seeing Professor Donoghue try to be nice, because he doesn't seem very good at it. "Yeah? I mean, I think so."

[wwistful]

"It was meant to be informative, at the very least."

He sighs to himself, he tries, oh my god does he try. He would be glad to know Gamzee is acknowledging it, particularly since he's not very good at it.

He stands, pushing his chair back as he does and slipping out from behind the desk.

"You'd better head back to your dorm now, Makara."

[mo_cara]

"Yes, sir," Gamzee says, with some relief. Though he'll peruse Murdoc's instructions several times that night. "Thank you, sir."

He stands and tucks the parchment away in his robe. "I guess I'll be laying peepers on you again tomorrow."

[wwistful]

"I imagine you will, yes." He nods, giving Gamzee a strained smile before following him out the door. "Good night."

He charms his door shut and gives Gamzee another, deeper nod before turning in the other direction and heading off.