fandomhigh | Sex Ed, Monday [2-9] Third Period

Steve looked horribly embarrassed as he started class today. "I would just like to begin by apologizing to anyone I insulted, in any form, over the weekend. I was, like many of you, not myself, but that doesn't make some of the things I said to people any less reprehensible." He didn't think he was ever going to come to terms with the memory of that person's anger and prejudice. And that had been him. God. "Now. Moving along to our class topic. Last week we talked about pregnancy, this week you're going to participate in a practical exercise. I have here nine five pound bags of flour, one for every two of you, because yes, you have been randomly divided into couples. For the next week, these are your babies. You will carry them everywhere. You can name and decorate them if you like, but do not damage them. I expect the bags returned intact next week. As to how I will know..." Steve picked up one bag and turned the bottom to face the class, revealing his signature. "I'm told these would sell for a pretty penny on eBay in certain realities. Don't even think about it, Mr. Madrox. When I call your names, you can come up and get your 'baby,' and then spend the rest of the period getting acquainted with your new partner in parenting."

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You kill me, first. I was a PREPPIE. And an IDIOT.

He was pretty sure he won with that one.

Dinah debated for a long minute, then finally wrote down. Fishnets.

And okay, that's all she could write, because she was about to die of blushing now.

Priestly re-underlined IDIOT several times. Then, after a moment of debating and wanting to beat his head against something, added: I got lost in a closet. For an entire day.

Dinah gave that a horrified look, started to write down ~~How~~ and crossed it out, then wrote: This is why Caritas doesn't card, isn't it?

If she'd tried to keep asking, he'd have to go with I HAVE NO IDEA!

Yes. But my room is closer.

Yeah, he was possibly inviting Dinah to come drink with him.

So very there!

Just wait 'til she found out she'd be bringing a bag of flour to the party. Woo!

Priestly flashed her a slightly weak grin. So. Who were you?

It would definitely be worse to admit that she'd met 'Malcolm' while she was crazy. But she couldn't come up with anything else. Sighing, Dinah wrote down: Black Canary. I think we met?

Aw crap.

Oh god I asked if you knew ~~meta~~ McGruff the Crime Dog.

Dinah had actually forgotten that.

You kinda did. Sorry? Then, to make him feel better: Some superhero guy called me a hooker because of my costume!

Good thing Mr. Rogers wasn't reading this note.

Priestly frowned when he read that. Who?

So he could beat the person up.

He said he was Captain America. But he had a mask. And who knows who he really was. Dinah stuck out her tongue. That guy had been, really he'd been... Total jerk.

Douche.

Priestly sighed. Okay, but if you find out who he really is, tell me so I can hit him. He rubbed his forehead. I told Claudia I had a girlfriend and that I'd never met her and that I couldn't have a mohawk because 'Mother wouldn't approve'. I kind of hate this island.

Oh no!

You can explain to her! How did your date go before everyone went crazy?

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Priestly couldn't help but smile when he thought about the date. Good. Then the smile vanished. I called her to apologize. Fingers crossed.

Dinah held up two hands' worth of crossed fingers, then wrote: If she wants to see you tonight, we drink tomorrow, maybe?

Definitely. We will totally get drunk.

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