sortinghat_logs | Greece is the word

WHO: ALL OF THE TEACHERS and their broods
TONE: FUN!?!?
RATING: M for Mature.
WHEN: 4th April to 7th April (ish)
WHERE: Murdoc's home in Greece
WHAT: A teacher meeting held in Greece! What could possibly go wrong?
STATUS: Ongoing.

[Murdoc isn't sure why the responsibility of hosting the meeting fell to him, honestly it already sounds like a terrible idea. He doubts any of them will either come up with sound lesson plans, work cohesively as a team or leave his home any wiser and more mature than they were when they entered. To him, it seems as if a couple of people just like the idea of visiting Greece. However, it's not as if he's going to pass up the chance to show off! And it's not like he doesn't have room to spare.

He's not going to be all that happy to have people there, but he's not a bad host. Everyone has a room and there's food and booze provided. Not to mention the fact that the beach and town are within walking distance, but why on earth would you want to live such a sick crib? Of course, given that he's a pureblood there's absolutely no technology or reception, but there's a pool and a near endless amount of rooms filled with nifty shit!

Regardless, if you aren't a kid you sure as hell aren't here to explore, so quit touching his stuff and get working.]

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You know from experience?

[It is the duty of a teenager to test their parent's boundaries. Of course, it is only a Strider who would choose to do it by talking about their father's boyfriend, but Dirk is just special like that.

He, of course, is already here because Bro is already here, so he approaches from inside the house.]

He's exaggeratin'. [Murdoc rolls his eyes, elbowing Bro ever so gently in the ribs. He would mention that he left a considerable amount of blood on his floor once, but it hardly seems appropriate and he doesn't want to creep Dirk out.]

It's good to see you, Dirk. [And that is absolutely sincere, for once.]

I ain't exaggerating! Dirk, you see how clean this place is. He doesn't let a speck of shit anywhere.

[It's for the best that Murdoc doesn't mention that. It would probably just make things awkward.]

[A rousing round of 'guess who splinched himself leaving my house' is exactly the wrong way to start this visit. It's a good call on Murdoc's part.]

So you're confirming that he has, in fact, eaten your face.

Good to see you too, [He hesitates just slightly- what is he supposed to call Murdoc outside of school? His name? His last name? "Bro's boyfriend?" No, those would all sound stupid.] Professor.

[Murdoc is getting increasingly good at this social shit.]

I have not. [He answers curtly, he's never going to get used to Striders. Never ever.]

I'm glad. I hope you enjoy yourself, I certainly won't. [He half smiles. The 'professor' makes him hesitate a little, but he doesn't call him on it. Mostly because he doesn't know what to be called either.]

Nah, not mine. But man you should've seen that one time a Jehovah's Witness came over. Murdoc went total fucking werewolf on him.

[Okay he's lying about that, and there never was a Jehovah's Witness. He's just screwing with you both.]

And what's this 'Professor' business. If he's off the clock and can take cock, he ain't a professor. [Not that that stops him from taking cock anyway, but. Details.] Call him Daddy Sugarbuns.

Jehovah's Witnesses in Greece, Bro. The bullshit factor in you story needs tweaking.

[Sadly, he is used to trolling. Not to the extent of Bro talking about Murdoc like that, though. The tips of his ears sure are turning pretty damn red right about now, but he's mostly managed to hold onto the pokerface.]

... Daddy Sugarbuns.

Even your son won't tolerate your lies. [He scoffs, because he's never ever experienced the awkwardness that is door to door religion. Or biting a face off, for that matter.]

I don't really think that's-- [He begins, turning to give Bro a dirty look only to be completely taken aback by the fact that Dirk actually CALLED HIM THAT.

He's just going to stare at him like a deer in caught in the headlights for a long moment before clearing his throat.]

Sir will suffice, thank you very much.

[Bro, to his credit, appears completely and totally calm. But on the inside, he is dying of laughter. Hahaha, troll attempt successful. His life is beautiful.]

They're not lies, they're the complete truth. Jehovah's Witnesses are going global.

[He just mockingly raises an eyebrow at Murdoc.]

Sorry, Dirk. I didn't realize he wanted to be all formal. Sir Sugarbuns. There, that better for you? I forgot how fancy you purebloods like being.

[It was less actually going along with it and more a horrified repetition, but he'll keep up with Bro for the sake of not succumbing to death by embarrassment.

The only way to avoid it is to know that there is no escaping this trainwreck.]

If we're going formal, then I should just keep to Sir.

[From the way he says it... Sir isn't really a better choice at all. But Murdoc walked right into that one.]

[He's going to ignore Jehovah's witness speculation in favour of just looking as horrified as possible. He's trying so hard not to go red, but it's terribly difficult. He can't deal, he doesn't know how to deal.

But he also doesn't want to snap at both of them and sulk all weekend...

So he's going to retort in a soft, grumble of a voice.]

You don't have to say it like that. [He tightens his mouth into a frown, digging at Bro's side with his pointy elbow again.]

Ow!

[He's just going to mumble something about party poopers under his breath.]

Fine, fine. What don't you just call him Mr. Ampora or something? Or just Murdoc. It's not like this has to be that big thing. You're both dumb.

[But you're his dumb boys and he wouldn't trade you for the world. So you know what, he's just going to pull Dirk into a one-armed hug and Murdoc into a one-armed hug.]

But I love you both anyway.

[The hug is going to earn Bro an elbow in his side from Dirk, this time. Poor Bro, everyone he knows is pointy and painful to hug. But Dirk is trying to regain his composure and being hugged does not help with that.]

You're the source of the idiocy that is this current conversation. Sounding a little hypocritical there.

[He's just. Going to try and wiggle away and pretend his ears totally aren't burning.]

Fine. Mr. Ampora.

[Murdoc will at least comply with it for a little while, he presses against Bro just a bit, trying not to let himself be flustered over all of this. Being composed is hard and Striders don't understand.]

Yes, he absolutely is. [He wiggles out of the embrace and puts a hand on Bro's arm, giving him a fond look before raising an eyebrow.] But the feelings mutual.

[He stops being gross for the moment, turning to face Dirk with an incredibly awkward look.] Much better.

Y'ow! You little shit.

[That elbow did hurt, thank you very much. But after he lets go of the two of them, he just snickers and shakes his head. God, his boys are fucking precious.]

See? That wasn't so hard. I don't know why you're both such sticks in the mud sometimes.

[Dirk's going to take the opportunity to pointedly straighten out his clothing and make sure his hair's still straight. He's totally not precious, and he will fight anyone who says that out loud.

He's not going to admit to loving either of them, because he's a teenager, and he's allergic to saying so.]

I signed a contract while I was gone.

[Murdoc, ever the awkward turtle, is going to stand back and look between the two Striders.

The comment earns both of them a roll of his eyes and a quiet groan of frustration. Not that he's a drama queen or anything, right?]

Pity it doesn't run in the family, hm?

Greece is the word

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