[fic] Class Talk
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shannys_cornerTitle: Class Talk
Original Thread: here
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kiyala
Word Count: 278
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Character/s: Daryan Crescend
Rating: PG
Warnings: childish "innocence" ..?
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: As part of his job, Daryan has to go around to schools to tell them all about his job in the police force, all that sort of educational jazz.
Sadly, each time question time turns into 1.) a jamming session 2.) 'Daryan Crescend takes sex education'.
And he just can't work out why.
“…So kids, that’s how I got my job as a detective. Any questions?”
The girl in the front row raised her hand. “Mr. Crescend, did you bring your guitar?”
“Uh, what—?”
“It’s alright, he can borrow one from the music room.”
“Yeah! Ooh, he can play a duet with Mr. Richards!”
“And I’ll play drums!”
Daryan frowned, “Whoa, whoa. Hold up a second. We’re talking about the law here, not music—”
“I’ll sing Klavier’s part and you can do the back-up vocals, alright Daryan? Just like the real band!”
“Hey, that’s Mr. Crescend! And I’m not playing the guitar!”
“Awwwwwww pleeeease?”
Daryan massaged his temples, catching the look of sympathy-and-amusement from the class teacher.
“Hey, Mr. Daryan, have you had sex?”
There was a small thud as the class teacher dropped her book and erupted in a fit of silent laughter. Daryan shot her the dirtiest look he could manage. The kind he usually reserved for Klavier.
“Look, that doesn’t have anything to do with—”
“Is your hair what a penis really looks like?”
“Hahahahaha Julia said penis!”
Daryan ran his hand over his hair with a frown. A boy in the back raised his hand.
“Question?” Daryan asked, looking at him.
“Are you overcompensating with your hairstyle?”
Little shits, Daryan thought to himself. The teacher was making no attempt to stop them and he shot her another dirty look for good measure.
“Hey Mr. Daryan,” a girl at the front whispered, her hands cupped on either side of her mouth. “They’ll stop talking if you play the guitar, you know.”
Daryan sat back down in his chair, sighing in defeat. “Get me that damn guitar, then.”
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Original Thread: here
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 278
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Character/s: Daryan Crescend
Rating: PG
Warnings: childish "innocence" ..?
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: As part of his job, Daryan has to go around to schools to tell them all about his job in the police force, all that sort of educational jazz.
Sadly, each time question time turns into 1.) a jamming session 2.) 'Daryan Crescend takes sex education'.
And he just can't work out why.
“…So kids, that’s how I got my job as a detective. Any questions?”
The girl in the front row raised her hand. “Mr. Crescend, did you bring your guitar?”
“Uh, what—?”
“It’s alright, he can borrow one from the music room.”
“Yeah! Ooh, he can play a duet with Mr. Richards!”
“And I’ll play drums!”
Daryan frowned, “Whoa, whoa. Hold up a second. We’re talking about the law here, not music—”
“I’ll sing Klavier’s part and you can do the back-up vocals, alright Daryan? Just like the real band!”
“Hey, that’s Mr. Crescend! And I’m not playing the guitar!”
“Awwwwwww pleeeease?”
Daryan massaged his temples, catching the look of sympathy-and-amusement from the class teacher.
“Hey, Mr. Daryan, have you had sex?”
There was a small thud as the class teacher dropped her book and erupted in a fit of silent laughter. Daryan shot her the dirtiest look he could manage. The kind he usually reserved for Klavier.
“Look, that doesn’t have anything to do with—”
“Is your hair what a penis really looks like?”
“Hahahahaha Julia said penis!”
Daryan ran his hand over his hair with a frown. A boy in the back raised his hand.
“Question?” Daryan asked, looking at him.
“Are you overcompensating with your hairstyle?”
Little shits, Daryan thought to himself. The teacher was making no attempt to stop them and he shot her another dirty look for good measure.
“Hey Mr. Daryan,” a girl at the front whispered, her hands cupped on either side of her mouth. “They’ll stop talking if you play the guitar, you know.”
Daryan sat back down in his chair, sighing in defeat. “Get me that damn guitar, then.”
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