Detention [Saturday]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

All of the students who'd earned or been given detention had been told to meet Fraser outside of the Danger Shop. And that's precisely where he was.

"Good morning," he said pleasantly. "I trust you all slept well and I thank you for being on time. Please enter the Danger Shop."



It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes four hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats and you will not sleep.

"Before you begin your detention," Fraser said, looking down at them, "I would like to hope that we never meet again in this circumstance. I once met an Inuit elder who said that, those who get into trouble once learn from their mistakes. Those who get into trouble twice obviously have hard heads and deserve whatever trouble comes at them next."

He smiled and then gathered up each person's snacks before shooing them into the Danger Shop library.

[OCD is coming! done!]

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[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois chuckled and stretched out her good arm so she could hand him the marker. "Lazy."

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[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

Friday gave her a lopsided grin, then grabbed the marker and stood up. He walked over to her desk and sat on the edge of it and offered his hand so she could put the arm with the cast in it so he could sign it.

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[armybrat-lois.livejournal.com]

Lois put her cast-covered arm in the offered hand. "Just don't draw any naked people on there."

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[thankgoditsme.livejournal.com]

"I can't make any promises," he teased and set to work. His tongue was poking out of the side of his mouth a little as he concentrated on drawing a gremlin.