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fandomhigh2013-03-06 04:57 am
locointhecoco) wrote in fandomhigh2013-03-06 04:57 am
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Friendship 101, Wednesday, Period 2
Class today was in the normal classroom. Without even a TV to show it was movie day! Hold onto your hats (if you have one, if not, Pinkie was willing to share) because you might actually get some learning done today.
Maybe.
Possibly.
No.
"Today is about bad friends," Derek said, grumpy as ever. Because he was the expert in bad friends.
"Bad friends," said Pinkie, looking Very Serious at the students from under the brim of her jaunty hat, "are the worst. Sometimes, they just want to use you. Or sometimes, they're meanie mean-meanpants."
That was a technical term. You should be taking notes. It really was a legitimate term, guys.
Derek just nodded solemnly. Because sometimes you had those meanie mean-meanpants friends. Who murder your entire family. Or, you know, talk shit about you behind your back. Oh! Or suggest leaving you to die on the side of the road.
It was one time, Derek, jeez. You know what else made you a bad friend? Making a spastic teenager help you teach a class. Stiles was not amused.
"You should learn how to identify bad friends," Stiles said, about two seconds away from an eye roll. "And how to handle getting out of a bad situation if a friend tries to be a...meanie mean-meanpants. You know, like if a friend threatens to cut off your head if you don't cut off their arm."
EXCUSE YOU. THAT WAS ONE TIME. AND HE WAS DYING THEN.
Derek was just going to glare at the class rather than acknowledge Stiles' annoying, annoying existence. Even though he forced him to help. Look, he didn't need your logic.
Pinkie was just so pleased they were both taking an active part in spreading the joy of knowing all about friendship. "So today we're going to practice! We're going to do role-play!"
This was legit the worst. "With scenarios," Derek ground out. "Such as having a friend who is only using you to get something." Oh, cry a river, Derek. Your life is pain. We know.
"Or a friend with...anger issues...trying to convince you to do something you don't want to do." He wasn't actually referring to Derek here, believe it or not. "And you have to say no without angering them."
Angering them, having them go completely psycho and kill everyone you love. That sort of average everyday friendship thing.
"Or a friend who's being mean to all your other friends and only nice to you! They're icky, too. So pair up! Take turns being the icky meanie mean-meanpants and being the friend, and then switch it up, so you'll all be totally ready to spot the meanies when you meet them for real! Aaaaand. . . ." Pinkie bent down into a crouch, her hindquarters high, her tail waving, like a cat getting ready to pounce. "Go!"
[ooc: with assistance from the ever delightful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robinonadderal]
Maybe.
Possibly.
No.
"Today is about bad friends," Derek said, grumpy as ever. Because he was the expert in bad friends.
"Bad friends," said Pinkie, looking Very Serious at the students from under the brim of her jaunty hat, "are the worst. Sometimes, they just want to use you. Or sometimes, they're meanie mean-meanpants."
That was a technical term. You should be taking notes. It really was a legitimate term, guys.
Derek just nodded solemnly. Because sometimes you had those meanie mean-meanpants friends. Who murder your entire family. Or, you know, talk shit about you behind your back. Oh! Or suggest leaving you to die on the side of the road.
It was one time, Derek, jeez. You know what else made you a bad friend? Making a spastic teenager help you teach a class. Stiles was not amused.
"You should learn how to identify bad friends," Stiles said, about two seconds away from an eye roll. "And how to handle getting out of a bad situation if a friend tries to be a...meanie mean-meanpants. You know, like if a friend threatens to cut off your head if you don't cut off their arm."
EXCUSE YOU. THAT WAS ONE TIME. AND HE WAS DYING THEN.
Derek was just going to glare at the class rather than acknowledge Stiles' annoying, annoying existence. Even though he forced him to help. Look, he didn't need your logic.
Pinkie was just so pleased they were both taking an active part in spreading the joy of knowing all about friendship. "So today we're going to practice! We're going to do role-play!"
This was legit the worst. "With scenarios," Derek ground out. "Such as having a friend who is only using you to get something." Oh, cry a river, Derek. Your life is pain. We know.
"Or a friend with...anger issues...trying to convince you to do something you don't want to do." He wasn't actually referring to Derek here, believe it or not. "And you have to say no without angering them."
Angering them, having them go completely psycho and kill everyone you love. That sort of average everyday friendship thing.
"Or a friend who's being mean to all your other friends and only nice to you! They're icky, too. So pair up! Take turns being the icky meanie mean-meanpants and being the friend, and then switch it up, so you'll all be totally ready to spot the meanies when you meet them for real! Aaaaand. . . ." Pinkie bent down into a crouch, her hindquarters high, her tail waving, like a cat getting ready to pounce. "Go!"
[ooc: with assistance from the ever delightful
robinonadderal]
Re: Roleplay!