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Who: Falcon, Jeff, Lucas, and eventually Smeargle
What: DETENTION.
Where: Falcon's office.
When: The afternoon of Monday, July 7th
Rating: PG

Falcon shuffled a few papers around and looked up at the duo of blonde students in front of him. "Have a seat, boys," he said, standing up and gesturing at two chairs he had placed to face his desk.

"Look, I know you two are sorry and you know what you did was stupid, so I'm not going to waste time lecturing you. Headmaster Hand wants a written apology for breaking and entering faculty dorms, so I've got pencil and paper here if you need it."

Turning around to face the window, he continued. If they had been any other students, Falcon would not be this nonchalant, and he was a little unnerved by the fact that he wasn't behaving as disciplinarily as he would like. "Like I said...I'm not going to berate you. It's a beautiful day outside and I think sitting in here is punishment enough. So just uh...think of all the fun things you could be doing had you not swiped Ms. Aran's thong."

An unsuccessful effort to stifle laughter turned into an obviously fake coughing fit as he tried to cover up the fact that the whole situation really was quite hilarious. "Aheh. Right." And turning back to his papers, detention began.

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Jeff couldn't even bring himself to speak. He just nodded at appropriate times during Falcon's "lecture," keeping his gaze to the floor, and immediately went to work with his apology letter. Of course, it was kind of hard to stay focused...

Forget all the fun things he could have been doing if he hadn't stolen the underwear. There was no way they could compare to what happened because of it. Not that this was any time to think about it. But it was hard not to, especially with Lucas sitting right beside him. Oh no, he was blushing, wasn't he? Real subtle, Jeff.

At least Falcon's laughter provided a distraction. Jeff glared up at the teacher, his blush deepening. "I-it's not funny!"

This... wasn't too bad.

This was Lucas' first time in detention. He wasn't the kind of kid who got in trouble or broke rules or... did anything remotely exciting, really. Admittedly, it wasn't as bad as he'd been expecting it to be. There was a distinct lack of lightning and/or being turned into chimeras, and Mr. Falcon... wasn't acting nearly as scary as Lucas thought he would. There was no yelling or anything, just... he... kinda seemed to think the whole thing was pretty ridiculous.

Which it was, in Lucas' opinion. I mean... they'd just been joking around, and look what had come from that resulting bet. The... the things that had happened afterwards were especially... uh, probably not the kind of things he should be thinking about in detention. Though Lucas wasn't too sure how he'd be able to think of anything else, considering how close Jeff was.

"Jeff... it... it kinda is." Lucas muttered to the blond next to him, a small smile on his face despite the blush creeping its way onto his cheeks. Yeah, it was embarrassing. Really, really embarrassing. But... it was kinda at the point it was so humiliating all you could do was laugh about it. Or just shrivel up and disappear, but Lucas had yet to realize the power of PK Escape Awkward Moments.

"W-well... It is, maybe, but still, Mr. Falcon's supposed to be setting a good example! Not laughing at it!" He shot an accusatory look at Falcon for emphasis.

Of course, he didn't complain when Falcon did things like get him out of trouble or let him ride around in his car. Kids...

Falcon cocked an eyebrow at Jeff's obvious petulance and accusation. Honestly, the boy had no right to say things like that, seeing as this was the second time the Captain had gone out of his way to at least lessen trouble for the student. There were quite a few choice words he'd like to throw out in Jeff's general direction, but he'd keep his mouth shut for now.

Well...relatively shut.

"My apologies, Jeff," he said a bit too sarcastically, not looking up from the papers he was grading, "you're absolutely right. Perhaps I should send the two of you to a better example of discipline and self-control. Ms. Aran, maybe? Mr. Snake? Minch? Take your pick."

At least Lucas seemed to find humor in the situation.

Truthfully, detention with Ms. Aran probably wouldn't have been as bad as Jeff initially thought. At least he assumed so since his own meeting with her. Then again... she could probably put on a very professional front if she wanted to.

He sank back in his chair, uttering a meek apology, and resumed writing.

Poor Jeff.

There was an uncomfortable sort of atmosphere hanging in the air after that. Maybe this was what detention was supposed to be -- they were being punished, after all -- but Lucas had been under the impression that Jeff and Mr. Falcon liked each other. There was a brief pause while Lucas watched the other boy write, then that timid little smile grew. That embarrassed flush still lingered on Lucas' face, his expression hovering between shyness and boyish mischief. Finally, he lowered his face and began working on his own letter of apology... but he spoke up nonetheless.

"Sir...? No offense intended, but if you sent us to somebody else, you'd never get to find out that it was lacy and had kittens on it."

For the first time in a long time, Falcon blushed furiously.

Lacy? With kittens on it?

"Lucas..." He said slowly, trying to remain as professional as possible and not sound too curious. "That...is Ms. Aran's personal information and I'm not sure it's your place to share that with me."

An awkward cough and more stifled laughter. "...Kittens?"

Jeff raised an eyebrow. Was Falcon blushing too? No way! He really was just a kid deep down, wasn't he?

Jeff grinned at Lucas. "Oh yeah, fluffy little white ones! I never would have guessed she was a cat person..."

"S-sorry, sir." It was a good thing Lucas had kept his head bowed, because boy was his face red. Telling a teacher about another teacher's underthings was... really... really, um... he kind of couldn't believe he'd just done that. Jeff's recklessness must have been rubbing off on him. At least it seemed to have lightened the mood in the room a little. Lucas raised his head when Jeff spoke, returning the boy's grin with one of his own.

"No kidding. Professor Aran is just full of surprises, isn't she?"

"...You boys have no idea." Falcon said finally, face still red from the comments about the negligee. He tried to distract himself by going back to grading papers but it was no use. The image was firmly planted in his mind.

He frantically scrambled for conversation, even though he very well knew the students were being punished.

"Speaking of which...How did you get into her dorm anyway? If I know her, she'll have the entire place locked down and monitored. All the time." Falcon had to admit he was a little impressed.

"Oh, I'm starting to get an idea..."

Jeff tapped the back-end of his pen against his paper, looking between Lucas and Falcon. "Oh yeah, she does have higher security than I expected... I dunno if I should tell you guys, though. You might get curious about the other stuff she wears and try it for yourself."

Edited 2008-07-08 04:03 (UTC)

Jeff and Falcon's comments had Lucas just a little bit puzzled at first -- was there some kind of subtext he was missing, here? He didn't dwell on it for too long, however, thanks to Jeff's teasing. He flushed bright red and bent over his paper again, mumbling something about how it was just that one time and he'd only dressed up like that because of the bet and anyway, that was Jeff's idea and he was the one who had given him the thing in the first place, so he was one to talk!

"Hmm?" Jeff leaned in closer to Lucas to pick up on his words. He had of course, only meant that the other two might try to use his methods of infiltration... not try to wear Ms. Aran's underthings.

Of course, having seen Lucas sans-clothing, it made it that much easier to picture him in other outfits... and now Jeff couldn't get the picture out of his head. He made a small choking noise and put his crimson face to his desk a little too quickly. THUNK.

Falcon, still frowning from Jeff's previous comment about panty raiding, looked up from his papers when he heard the student's face slam into the desk.

"Jeff...? Is there a problem?"

Uh... whoops. Lucas hadn't been expecting a reaction like that to come out of his complaining. That... that whole crossdressing thing was NOT something Lucas wanted to explain to a teacher. Or anyone ever, for that matter. "U-um... he's fine. Just fine. Er... right, Jeff?" Lucas laughed nervously, a hint of concern creeping into his voice at the last question. He... did hit that desk pretty hard.

"I-I, uh..."

Jeez, how the heck was he supposed to explain himself? He shakily sat back up, clasping a hand to his nose. It wasn't bleeding, but it did kind of hurt. That tends to happen when you slam it against hard wood.

"I'm okay! Just... uh..." He lowered his voice and made a sound like stifled laughter. "You'dlookRIDICULOUSwearingthemffff."

He raised an eyebrow at Jeff. "I might be taking it easy on you boys but that doesn't mean we're here to fool around."

A pause. "Don't forget you're here because you got into my fireworks too. You're in trouble with me just as much as you are with Ms. Aran."

He didn't want to come off as unfair, but at the same time he felt as though he wasn't being as stern as he should be. He'd already given enough special treatment to Jeff and was beginning to suspect the aspiring technician thought he was a pushover. Which obviously, was something Falcon was decidedly not.

"Did you finish the letters?"

"Oh... r-right... Of course, Mr. Falcon." Not that he forgot. Really.

Jeff jotted down a few more words, signed the letter, and sheepishly slid the paper towards Falcon. "Here you go... I, uh, can make you some more fireworks, if you want. I just don't know if they'll be AS flashy..."

"No, it's fine, Jeff. I can always buy more."

He turned back to the papers and spoke cooly. "Though honestly, I'd prefer if you'd stay away from explosives from now on. At least...not without supervision. You could have really hurt yourself that night."

Falcon knew the comment would anger the student but he continued anyway. "I'd...appreciate it if you didn't put yourself in danger like that...especially for something this trivial."

"Wh-what? Hey, I can handle explosives, no problem! I have spent the past three years working with and using them!"

He narrowed his eyes, drawing himself up defensively. Who did Falcon think he was? He knew what he was capable of, what he'd been through, and now he was scolding Jeff like some child?!

Harsh.

...Oh boy. Clearly, Mr. Falcon had never watched that movie in New Pork City. Jeff had been handling explosives since before puberty; he'd even made most of those fireworks himself. Lucas felt like he maybe ought to point that out. And also mention that saving the world from a universal destroyer or two maybe qualified Jeff to handle danger while he was at it, but that... really wasn't his place. He bowed his head once more, scribbling away on his own apology... which was currently sitting at about four words.

"I understand that, Jeff." Falcon said testily, his patience being tried.

But there was something Falcon had been mulling over recently...how Jeff seemed to accumulate injuries or purposefully walk straight into potentially harmful situations. It bothered him, and even though he knew it would anger the student, the Captain was not one to keep his mouth shut.

"But what I don't understand is why you feel the need to put yourself in constant danger. Really, Jeff. The stunts you pull..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

"Stunts? Come on, I've been through so much worse and pulled through okay in the end! I shouldn't have to stop it all now just because you say so. I don't see why you even care so much!"

It was true, though. Jeff was far too reckless for his own good. Eventually it was going to catch up with him... but he wasn't going to admit that right now.

"Besides, you do a lot of crazy stuff too! Racing is dangerous stuff, especially with a car like that, and then heading right into Porky's base?!"

"...What?"

Porky's base? Falcon was in New Pork City? Lucas looked up from his paper sharply. ...Suddenly, things made sense. All the references being made to expensive repairs without any explanation whatsoever. There hadn't been any word of natural disasters, and something like maintenance wouldn't be so expensive and confidential.

...Did this have something to do with Mr. Snake suddenly having an eyepatch?

Lucas didn't know why, but... it made him angry. Maybe he wasn't a race car driver. Maybe he wasn't one of the four chosen heroes. But that was his home turf. He knew about Porky and his monarchy better than any of them! He'd lost more to the Pig King than anybody here! Even if he couldn't do much... why did Jeff have a right to know and he didn't?

He swallowed down his anger as best he could, however; Jeff was already visibly upset, and he didn't want this to get out of hand. "Just... what did you do in the Empire Porky building, sir?"

Oh, now you're asking for it. Falcon slowly stood up, fully aware that the gesture would automatically make him more intimidating.

"There's a difference between you and I, Jeff." He said, trying to keep his composure, at least for a little while longer. "Experience. I'm a professional with years of experience. You're fourteen years old. Do not put yourself on the same level as me."

He turned to Lucas, whose sudden inquiry caught him off guard. "We infiltrated the tower and uncovered Porky's plans." He said bluntly, not caring that he was letting slip information to yet another student. The final statement was blatantly and harshly directed to Jeff. "And barely made it out alive."

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