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Detention, Saturday, September 15

Barney thought this was a total waste of his time. He could be off with Jo Jo right now getting some sweet early morning action. He posted the Detention List and leaned against the door to wait.

~~Naminé~~
~~Valentine~~
~~Cher~~
~~Pam~~
~~Jenny~~
Eve

"Okay, losers, listen up!" Barney gathered the students just outside the Danger Shop.

"Today you ladies and gentleman will complete several challenges that Robin Sparkles, I mean, Robin Scherbatsky faced when becoming a temporary bro." Well, all but the final challenge.

"Start off by telling me why you're here and then you may enter...THE HALL OF MAN!"

After ~~they signed in~~, he dramatically opened the door to the Danger shop where they were faced with their first challenge.

[ooc: ~~Wait for~~ Massive OCD is up! ~~I'm off to sleep, but shall return!~~ Any questions, ping me in the OOC thread...]
[ETA: Oh, right, and Detention is done at like 3ish]

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"Well," Valentine said, suddenly now finding the tabletop to be rather interesting after all, "I wouldn't say that I'm a novice, really. Simply that... There are different ways to--" He made a little gesture with his hands that actually meant nothing at all. "And of course, when you--" He made the same nonsense gesture in reverse. "You have to be careful that it isn't too--" Now it looked somewhat like jazzhands. "Otherwise it's all--" His jazzhands flew into the air. Perhaps the world was ending in pantomime.

"Completely different, you understand."

Naminé stared at Valentine.

"No. I don't understand. I'm afraid I can quite honeslty say I didn't follow the least bit of that."

Valentine wondered briefly if it was the end of the world gesture or the jazzhands that threw her off. That first gesture was absolutely brilliant and she couldn't possibly have misunderstood that. Really.

"Well," he ventured carefully, "I'm simply saying that there's a whole mental state that this involves, I think, that hasn't quite been there before. Same in execution, different in theory, I think. Perhaps. Something."

Oh, look, there were those jazzhands again.

"Oh." Naminé considered for a moment, then nodded. "Right, then. I was meaning the more ... direct aspects. Practicalities. Not so much the mental state. Which I suppose is another sign that I'm a novice, isn't it?"

Why was she feeling calm again, and why was he so flustered?

The fact that she continued to point out how absolutely virginal she was really wasn't helping.

The tabletop was so very interesting and he hadn't eaten much yet and, oh, by the way, they were talking about perhaps having sex on Saturday and it was so bloody casual coming from someone who had never done such things before that Valentine's head was spinning.

He opened his mouth to speak and nothing came out, so he filled the empty awkward space with food. Food was always an excellent failsafe.

His single bite of food was now chewed and swallowed, leaving Valentine with a gaping mouth all over again.

"This is going to be a very interesting Saturday," he said at last.

Tabletop. Very interesting. Something was horribly wrong with her. Possibly with him, as well. Maybe it was because she wasn't real. Maybe not having a heart meant you couldn't understand things the way other people did, maybe he was feeling things she couldn't imagine, maybe --

"There was something else," she added softly, clearing her throat and not looking up. "On Saturday. Evening, it was written in for."

"Oh?" Anything. Yes, please. Anything to get the conversation a little less awkward than this. Please.

So odd to come back to this and yet in a strange cyclical way, it was almost perfect.

"I was hoping we could build a sandcastle," she said.

Valentine smiled up at her.

"Absolutely," he agreed. "Absolutely."

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