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The Danger Shop, when students enter, looks like a somewhat rough part of an older part of a town. There were a few old cars around, one of which was noticably red - noticably mainly due to the fact that everything was in black and white - including the kids themselves ~~and if the Danger Shop can't do that, then *handwave* now it can~~ - save for a few splashes of color.

Becky was leaning against a wall, a piece of chalk in her hand. Miho was, naturally, nowhere to be found. And she wouldn't be, until she felt the need to be seen. On the wall, in suprisingly neat writing, read:

Alec
Joxer
Walter Dornez
Tyler Durden
Gwynn Hood
Pippi Longstocking
Jamie Madrox
Conner McKnight
Cameron Mitchell
M. Parker
Peter Parker
Peter Pevensie
Nadia Santos
Dawn Summers
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

She crossed names off as students filed in.

[OOC: Naturally, OCD is ~~coming~~ up, yay! Also, getting this up now as I? Have not made with the sleepination yet, and neither has Miho's player. Will be responding from about noon EST onwards.

ETA: ~~see availability in Rory's journal~~ back, and my cat is fine. :) Thank you everyone for thinking of me.]

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Tension, eh? Walter knelt up and put his arms around Nadia again. Just to put the spring in her hand, nothing else. Really. Any close personal proximity was purely an incidental side-effect.

"Your wish is my command." And his lips were so close to hers also as a purely incidental thing, since he stood up after a far too short a pause and started combing the room for something appropriate.

In a jewelry box he found a pair of earrings with fishhook-shaped wires and held those up for Nadia's approval.

Nadia let out the smallest whimper when he stood up to look again.

"Those will do."

The whimper would have earned a tremendous smirk, but a good servant didn't do that.

He returned with the earrings and took a place behind Nadia on the chaise. He might have been quite close to her, but she hadn't told him he could touch her, so the only thing touching her was his breath on the back of her neck when he asked, "Do you have any other instructions?"

Nadia curled and uncurled her fingers. "Um. No." She recrossed her legs. "I give you permission to, um, do as you see fit?"

This time Nadia couldn't see the smirk, but she would no doubt feel his lips brush the nape of her neck before he bent to try to pick his very first lock.

They might be there a while before he got the lock undone.

Nadia craned her neck trying to watch what he was doing.

Had he ever actually done this before?

"Take it slow. Feel the lock. Let it tell you what to do."

"That's very good advice for many things," Walter muttered at the lock, blowing his hair up out of his face.

He was definitely having more fun than he was probably supposed to, since this was supposed to be a punishment.

With more fiddling, taking it slow, and lock feeling, he finally heard that gratifying click.

"Good job," Nadia smiled. "Try the other one, now."

"As you wish." Walter got up to kneel in front of Nadia to let her put her hands in front of her.

Nothing like training through doing. It took a little less time to get the other cuff open and Walter rubbed Nadia's now bare wrist without being told to do so.

Nadia looked at him for a long moment, falling out of character.

"I didn't know you didn't pick locks," She tilted her head. "I might actually have to teach you that one."

If they could manage a spot of teaching without it turning into "lessons".

Walter shrugged and picked up her other hand to rub her wrist. "I usually just cut them. It's probably something I should learn."

"It's a very useful skill." Nadia didn't mention that she would probably have been able to get the cuffs off herself without a partner in this situation. She'd had to do it before, though not using sex toys. "You never know when you might end up in a situation where you can't cut them."

"You're right. I'm sure we have other friends who don't know how to pick locks either. You could teach an unsanctioned workshop." He kissed the palm of her hand and put it down on her lap.

"May I get you some lunch (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/897976.html?thread=44632760#t44632760)?"

She remembered with a start that she was supposed to be all cool and dominating. "You may."

Detention - 06/10

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