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 Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 1:58 pm
"Hell no," said Franz emphatically. "Cheerleading is school spirit, Wickham! Cheerleading's the heart of every game. Cheerleading's like -- "
Momentarily stumped as to what cheerleading was like, Franz promptly did a handstand, so now he was intensely staring upside-down at Howl instead. "Imagine a sports game is a court case," he said, "and imagine that the cheerleaders are lawyers. Lawyers arguing the case. Would you win without your lawyer? Would you cheer yourself? Hell no."
This didn't seem to be a compelling argument, but it cheered up Howl's new roomie anyway. "Of course, Mr. Killingworth calls us all homos," he said, walking forward on his hands. "Gym teacher. Name's apt. -- Tried to get him written up half a dozen times, name of justice, you know, but he's bulletproof on the faculty -- I have no idea why, the man's a monster. Watch out around him, with you looking like you do he's going to pull you to pieces."
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:15 pm
Thoughtfully, he placed a hand to his cheek. He'd remain quiet about cheer-leading and fencing, since fencing was one of those few sports where even being in the audience, you could get carded for doing something wrong. Howl had a feeling if he pointed out that you could get away without a cheerleader in fencing competitions, poor Franz would possibly implode.
In an attempt to appease his companion's ranting, he fed him a polite line. "I never thought of cheer-leading in such a fashion. I will keep such a view point from this point, forward."
It would have been a good opportunity to get back to work (which he had barely started), but then the subject of the gym teacher had come back. "Alas, my dear Franz. I am quite adjusted to others discriminating me, based upon the genetics I was blessed with." He closed his eyes and nodded slowly at the thought. He supposed that many men only wished that their wives could be as enchanting as himself. He slowly opened his eyes again and allowed his eyes to gently gaze into Franz's intense stare.
"If this Mr. Killingworth decides to pick on me... then I will have to adjust accordingly. It is how things always have to work for one such as myself."
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:22 pm
Franz flipped himself over to stand, brushing invisible lint off of his trousers. "I mean it," he insisted. "Mr. Killingworth is insane, okay? He is literally bananas. He is pure evil condensed into teacher form. Especially if you don't do contact sports, like me, who is a pacifist."
He rocked back to his suitcase and immediately started packing away the rest of his clothes. "I'm going to go organise the first council meeting for this week in like, T-minus five minutes," he said, "but how about I give you the grand tour when I get back, man? That suit?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:35 pm
Pausing to brush his fingers through his long hair again, Howl could not help but rebut. "I am certain that Killingworth is of a similar caliber to most male gym coaches. He might overdo something or another, but the basis for his actions probably have to do with masculinity issues." Perhaps it was the most bold thing he had said all day, but it was more or less meant to be a casual observation more than anything. If this coach was really so bad, it just meant that Howl would have to practice his parrying.
It seemed like the blonde lad was just about finished, which only caused Howl to turn and face his own possessions. I haven't even really started he mused to himself. Once more, he was addressed, and once more, the effeminate boy's attention was stolen away from the first task he was supposed to tend to. He smiled and nodded. "A tour would be ever so helpful. Thank you, Franz. I will await your return."
His room mate was a strange one, but at least he was a pacifist. That had to count for something, right?
[FIN]
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