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Home Economics, Tuesday, period 1

There was yarn on the tables again. Lots of yarn and crocheting needles. There were also handy guides, and next to Emma on her desk? A box.

Once everyone had found a seat, Emma put her hand in the box and then held up a plain blue dildo. "Today, my dears, you will learn crocheting. You will learn the basics, and the aim will be to --" Her hand went back down into the box and came up with a green crocheted thing with teeth. "-- Make a dildo cozy. If you are uncertain about the shapes or number of loops you will need, I have a collection of dildos in this box which you may borrow."

She looked around serenely. "As you might know, we have a visit from the school board this week. Please treat any possible visitors to the class with respect and answer their questions."

ooc: Picture completely worksafe. ~~Wait for~~ OCD is up

ETA: Please go look at the MidTerm information!

ETA2: Feel free to dildo-mod all you like!

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Jim selected a green dildo and started crocheting. He kept it a little loose just because he didn't want to accidentally stab the dildo. It might not be real, but there could still be empathy pains.

And then the dildo started vibrating. "Oh my God."

Demyx jumped. "It MOVES! What'd you do to it??" He'd never seen that before!

"I think it just likes me," Jim said, prodding the dildo to find the off switch.

"Yeah? Is that what it does when it likes you?" Demyx frowned, poking his yarn-tangled rubber thing. "...I think mine hates me," he commented when it just fell over onto the table.

"If it really, really likes you, it dances," Jim said. "I think I must just have the special touch."

Jim couldn't find the off switch. So he shrugged and started hitting it against the table to see if he could... beat... it... off. Jim was very glad he was only thinking that and not saying it.

That might've been Emma choking on her coffee in the background.

Demyx was blissfully unaware of Jim thinking about beating it off. "What are they for?" He asked curiously. "Are they like conductor's batons?"

"Crap," Jim said as soon as he realized that his teacher saw him. "How the hell do you turn off a dild--" That last whack... bad mental word choice... seemed to do it, though.

And then something occurred to Jim. "I think I broke my dildo."

Jim turned to Demyx and shrugged. "Um, yeah. Kind of like conductor's batons. They can be used to direct things. Women seem to enjoy them."

"Oh, yeah?" Demyx studied his dildo critically. "I guess I can understand it. And it's thick like that so the conductor can choke you if he doesn't like you?" He could see someone he used to know doing that. Easily. ~~Though if he knew all the connotations of Sebastian with a dildo he'd be as terrified and traumatized as his mun.~~

Jim laughed a little. "That would be one way of using it, but it would lead to some really bad problems."

"Yeah?" Demyx thought for a minute. "Yeah. You probably don't want to choke a singer."

"Unless they very literally ask for it," Jim said. "These things aren't toys, after all."

"They don't look like any toy I've ever seen," Demyx agreed. "And they really look like they could choke somebody pretty bad. Unless they don't have a gag reflex, like me."

"Wow," Jim said. "The things you learn about your classmates."

Jim learned his lesson for the day: be careful joking about the dirty stuff with Demyx if he wanted to avoid TMI.

Demyx was very good at TMI. Almost frighteningly so. "Yeah, I know! Teachers, too. Deadpool told me how Ms. Frost has a wolverine in her underwear." Oh yes. Very good at TMI.

"I think I know what that's a euphemism for, but I really don't want to think about it," Jim said.

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