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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[wwistful]

On the contrary, Murdoc doesn't feel so strongly in regards to Gamzee. At least, not so much in a negative sense. He was terribly annoyed by the journal posts and more than a little protective of his son, but he couldn't find it in him to loathe the younger man. Something about the way he acted whilst being scolded opened a few, slightly fresh wounds for Donoghue. Gamzee was just a child, a severely misguided child. He wonders if perhaps there was a chance Eridan could have wandered down that path had he let him stray too far. He doesn't want to delve too deeply into the lives of others, but a few concerns toward Gamzee had been raised throughout that conversation and Murdoc found himself wanting to do something about it.

He of course, has no idea how he intends to teach these lessons. He isn't a sexual education teacher, who is he kidding? He's been fussing and poring over study books with no real idea of how to conduct himself.

As such, he nearly jumps when he hears the knock at the door and practically springs across the room to open it a sliver, staring at Gamzee for a moment before opening it fully.

"Good evenin', Mister Makara. You may take a seat at my desk." He gestures toward his desk, a chair already pulled up in front of it.