I know you aren't one to kiss and tell..

[wwistful]

WHO: Sollux Captor and Murdoc Donoghue
TONE: Foreboding, Awkward, Fun for all the family
RATING: PG-13 (In case of frantic swears)
WHEN: Sometime after the party
WHERE: Murdoc's classroom
WHAT: Murdoc found out that his son got smooched at a naughty party and he has some questions for Sollux.
STATUS: [ONGOING]

It's been a bit of a tough week so far for Murdoc. Students misbehaving, tiresome swimming classes, his son having the snot kicked out of him by a girl he'd been terribly endeared to and a few more than awkward moments that he's not sure if he can put behind him right now. Teaching is mentally and physically exhausting, so much so that all he could muster the energy to do when he found out about the party was roll his eyes and wonder who would be handling it this time. That is until Feferi shared a few more details with him...

His first reaction? Confusion. Why would either of them be at a party? When did Eridan express an interest in men, let alone Captor. What could have changed that? The next step? ANGER. What did Captor do? How dare Eridan attend an offensive party! How dare Captor attend the same party! Were they drunk? Was it a set up? How fucking dare they. After simmering down, he settled on his second last reaction.  Denial. Eridan didn't like Captor. Captor didn't like Eridan. The two were unlikely to kiss. Now, to sum it all up, he was left feeling curious.

With the way Eridan's been acting lately, he doubts he'd get anything close to the truth out of him. He could, however, scare it out of Captor. If it ended up being true, well. He had a few more questions for the boy. It's hard to focus on the fourth year class before lunch, but he gets through the lesson somehow, letting the other students leave early. As they eagerly shuffle out the doors, he catches sight of Captor, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Captor. I'd like a word with you privately. Now"

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[notthebee2]

"Now the million dollar quethtion."

He's just glaring at Murdoc. He got himself into this and he was either coming out of it screwed up ten ways from sunday or not at all. Oh well, such are the woes of being a snippy teenager.

"Why me, off all people?"

[wwistful]

"That's scarcely worth a million of your dollars, Captor. It's a fairly stupid question. I was told that you were at the party, you confirmed it and thus, set yourself up for this. I almost feel as though I should thank you. However, it serves me far greater good to attempt to use this opportunity as a means of properly punishin' more than just two of the attendees."

[notthebee2]

"You know I won't give any nameth."

He furrowed his brows a bit, but his tone remained calm. If he snapped he'd only make it worse for himself.

"You were thure of it before even calling me here."

He was about to groan, but contained it to the best of his ability.

"Why don't you jutht athk the athhole that ratted everyone out? I'm thure they'd be more than willing two give you every name."

[wwistful]

"A pity. For you."

He nods, schooling his expression into something more serene. The irony of the situation is not lost on him. It was Feferi who told him, afterall. The same Feferi that Sollux insisted was a good friend of his.

"Are you not at all curious as to who it is?"

[notthebee2]

It could have been a plethora of people. Sollux WOULD like to know, but that wasn't something he was about to tell Murdoc. He had enough power over him as it was.

"I don't care."

[wwistful]

"Hmm."

He sniffs, looking so very unsatisfied with that response.

"She cared enough to tell me. But I suppose that doesn't matter at all to you."

There goes his chance to peel him away from Feferi. What a pity.

[notthebee2]

She?

Nope, he wasn't going to pry. He couldn't let Murdoc get more of a grip on him than he already had.

'I thaid I don't care.'

If looks could kill.

'I'm not ath fond of thneaky athholeth ath you are.'

[wwistful]

"I never said you had to be fond of them, though you are. I know you are. I simply meant you may want to re-evaluate your friendships."

He shrugs his shoulders, content with all of those fairly obvious hints. "But you don't care, so we should move on. I imagine we'll need to discuss your punishment, if you'd prefer."

[notthebee2]

What did he mean with that? Sollux's head went through many possible conclusions, each seeming less likely than the next. One of his friends? Odds are Murdoc was just messing with his head, and it was working. Partially.

"I'm going two let you have your thick fantathy."

...

"You know I'm not going two give you any nameth."

[wwistful]

"Fantasy? Choose your words more carefully, Captor. You're in enough trouble as it is without makin' your own life more miserable.

As you wish. I'm sure you're more than capable of scrubbin' bedpans for the nurses. Perhaps you would also benefit in assistin' the herbology teachers with weeds."

[notthebee2]

'The only trouble I get mythelf in ith the one you want me two.'

A heavy breath as he tried to calm down. It wasn't working, though. At least not to a very big extent.

'If you want two hold a grudge tho bad, then go ahead and give me detention.'

A shrug.

'Jutht goeth two thow your worth ath a teacher.'

[wwistful]

"Ah. No. The trouble you get yourself into is the trouble you confessed to and also participated in. It would be particularly bad form of me as a professor to let you go without punishment after you owned up to your wrong doings and as such, you will be made an example of. I believe that is part of my job as a professor and if you expected any less you are a fool."

He stands before Sollux can answer and crosses the room, opening the door. "You are to head to the nurses office when you are able. I will be informing them of your most gracious offer of assistance and they will inform me if you do not arrive.

Now, get out of my sight."