fandomhigh | Detention [Saturday]

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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"I left my finger cutting knife in my other pants, sorry," Lois said, grinning.

"Then the point was entirely moot," John told her. "Besides, I've made promises about sharp objects and supervision."

"That's probably a good idea," she said. "You should probably stick to those colorful safety scissors from now on."

"Thanks for that image of me as a kindergartener," John shook his head.

"There's nothing wrong with acting like a kindergartener. You get to play with Play-Doh and have naptime," Lois said. "Just don't start eating paste."

"You make it sound so pleasant," John said. "Maybe I should put in a transfer."

"Hey, if it were possible I'd totally do it," she said. "I might have trouble with the whole coloring in the lines thing though."

"Hey, it's not art if you don't get to make that decision," John pointed out.

"Good point. And if I want to color my dogs purple then dammit, I'm going to do it," Lois said. Her dad used to hate when she did crap like that.

"That's right, you show them who's in charge of the crayons," John grinned. "So Lois, you feeling like an adventure or just sitting around and not writing an essay?"

"I could go for a little adventure," Lois said, smiling. "This room is getting awfully boring."

"Let's go see what's out there (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1809638.html?thread=112358118#t112358118)," John said, eyebrows quirking.

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