Brook's eyes lifted at the pat, his eyebroew quirking once again towards the boy. Given the situation, it wasn't unreasonable to assume that Brook might react just as harshly as he did before. Maybe he'd even react violently, though that was an unlikely possibility no matter how riled he was. The only way to know exactly how Brook would react would simply be to wait for it...
"We all have to... 'let it all out', huh?" Brook made a feeble attempt at that hip-swing Cisco was doing, and trying to imitate the seductive voice that came with it. "You're a strange one, you know that?" He started that sentence with every clue in his voice of being upset. By the time he said the word 'know', though, he was hardly able to control his laughter. Sure, he was nervous as all hell and unsettled from the sexually ambiguous actions Cisco had displayed, but nervous laughter offered a dose of medicine that was direly needed.
"Alright then... 'Fanny'." Brook caught the fact that the guy's name was really Cisco, but Fanny just seemed to be stuck at this point. "Fanny, you seem to.... to be the kind that probably doesn't explain themselves, but.... nah, never mind." Brook stood up and stretched his arms out to either side of him. "The teacher will probably be back any minute. Maybe we should move to another table, or... well, if we're lucky enough, you think class could be over early?"
The spot where he had been patted on at his shoulder tingled a little, and he had a sudden urge to take a brillo pad to it; something would have to be done to get rid of that irritating feeling. Managing to ignore it for the time being, Brook leaned back over the desk to relieve this stressed back while running 'Fanny' through his mind. It bugged him a little to hear a guy call him 'dear', but what can you do?
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Isn't Hatred Grand? (Liam/Nabain)
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"You're a strange one, you know that?"
Far from being shocked at the green-haired boy's maneuverings, Cisco observed that what he was doing was, well, rather humorous to his subject. It was a sentiment that "Fanny" returned with a vigorous chuckle and what appeared to be a slight brush.
"Fanny, you seem to.... to be the kind that probably doesn't explain themselves, but.... nah, never mind." 'Fanny' would probably would not have been able to explain himself even if he could find the words. Hell, he was just going with what came naturally to him right now. That didn't mean he wouldn't have to explain himself to someone else sooner or later. And speaking of which...
"The teacher will probably be back any minute. Maybe we should move to another table, or... well, if we're lucky enough, you think class could be over early?"
"Perhaps we would do well not to remain at the scene of the crime," Cisco then replied, putting on a less-than-stellar impression of Watson as he shifted his legs forward to perch on the stool in a manner similar to a gargoyle, "though perhaps it would be best to face the hand of justice rather than run from it." He observed the door, the teacher was coming back in. Whether to dismiss the class early or resume the experiment with the two sitting elsewhere was anyone's guess for the moment.
Cisco was just hoping for more opportunity for experimentation of his own. Of a scientific nature, of course.
Far from being shocked at the green-haired boy's maneuverings, Cisco observed that what he was doing was, well, rather humorous to his subject. It was a sentiment that "Fanny" returned with a vigorous chuckle and what appeared to be a slight brush.
"Fanny, you seem to.... to be the kind that probably doesn't explain themselves, but.... nah, never mind." 'Fanny' would probably would not have been able to explain himself even if he could find the words. Hell, he was just going with what came naturally to him right now. That didn't mean he wouldn't have to explain himself to someone else sooner or later. And speaking of which...
"The teacher will probably be back any minute. Maybe we should move to another table, or... well, if we're lucky enough, you think class could be over early?"
"Perhaps we would do well not to remain at the scene of the crime," Cisco then replied, putting on a less-than-stellar impression of Watson as he shifted his legs forward to perch on the stool in a manner similar to a gargoyle, "though perhaps it would be best to face the hand of justice rather than run from it." He observed the door, the teacher was coming back in. Whether to dismiss the class early or resume the experiment with the two sitting elsewhere was anyone's guess for the moment.
Cisco was just hoping for more opportunity for experimentation of his own. Of a scientific nature, of course.
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There was no reply to the options Cisco stated, but Brook certainly took kindly to one of them by remaining in his seat. His eyes fixated to the door in wait of the approaching teacher, Brook's worrying was quite obvious. To counteract this, his brain ran over a mantra of 'If you're innocent, everything will be alright. If you're innocent, everything will be alright...', one that only got through a few runs before the teacher strode into the room and cleared his throat.
"In case any of you were wondering, your classmate is fine. Minor burns and he's out a shirt, but it's a lot better than what could have happened." He gazed at the spot where Nabain was for a few seconds, possibly deciding what to do about the class. "The experiement is NOT cancelled, but before everybody continues, make sure the gas valves to your burner are OFF." Brook double-checked... the valve itself was still open, though the emergency shutoff valve had taken care of it so far. He made sure to twist it all the way shut, sneaking a glance around the room to find relief in that several other students had apparently forgotten to shut theirs off fully as well. Once the teacher was satisfied in the conditions of the room, he turned on the main valve once more. "Please continue, class. You two..." He pointed at Cisco and Brook while walking towards them.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to inspect your burner and make sure nothing's wrong." The next bit he said a little more quietly, which seemed like a vain attempt to give them some privacy. "I'd also like to see the both of you after class so we can find out what happened."
"In case any of you were wondering, your classmate is fine. Minor burns and he's out a shirt, but it's a lot better than what could have happened." He gazed at the spot where Nabain was for a few seconds, possibly deciding what to do about the class. "The experiement is NOT cancelled, but before everybody continues, make sure the gas valves to your burner are OFF." Brook double-checked... the valve itself was still open, though the emergency shutoff valve had taken care of it so far. He made sure to twist it all the way shut, sneaking a glance around the room to find relief in that several other students had apparently forgotten to shut theirs off fully as well. Once the teacher was satisfied in the conditions of the room, he turned on the main valve once more. "Please continue, class. You two..." He pointed at Cisco and Brook while walking towards them.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to inspect your burner and make sure nothing's wrong." The next bit he said a little more quietly, which seemed like a vain attempt to give them some privacy. "I'd also like to see the both of you after class so we can find out what happened."
At first, everything seemed to be returning to normal. The teacher came back in and suggested everyone continue with their experiment. So far, so good. But then...
"Please continue, class. You two..."
Cisco suddenly jettisoned his feet from the stool he was sitting on and dropped to a more attentive, i.e. more normal sitting position as the teacher came back in, letting the finger-point seem much more incriminating than it seemed. Having slid pretty much into where Nabain was over the course of the conversation, he (at least looked like he) was letting the teacher's gaze burn right into the very depths of his soul as the older man walked up to the opposite side of the desk where they were.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to inspect your burner and make sure nothing's wrong." The green-haired boy eyed the burner like he'd just killed someone with it. He made himself breathe faster and bit his lip, as if he'd wanted to be caught. This being a deliberate motion though, he wasn't sweating bullets.
"I'd also like to see the both of you after class so we can find out what happened."
Cisco then turned his head toward Brook and whispered in a tone just loud enough for the teacher to hear, "If I'm going down for this, I'm taking you with me!"
"Please continue, class. You two..."
Cisco suddenly jettisoned his feet from the stool he was sitting on and dropped to a more attentive, i.e. more normal sitting position as the teacher came back in, letting the finger-point seem much more incriminating than it seemed. Having slid pretty much into where Nabain was over the course of the conversation, he (at least looked like he) was letting the teacher's gaze burn right into the very depths of his soul as the older man walked up to the opposite side of the desk where they were.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to inspect your burner and make sure nothing's wrong." The green-haired boy eyed the burner like he'd just killed someone with it. He made himself breathe faster and bit his lip, as if he'd wanted to be caught. This being a deliberate motion though, he wasn't sweating bullets.
"I'd also like to see the both of you after class so we can find out what happened."
Cisco then turned his head toward Brook and whispered in a tone just loud enough for the teacher to hear, "If I'm going down for this, I'm taking you with me!"
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It didn't take a lot of brains to see that Brook was already nervous from the whole ordeal, and the teacher's actions weren't helping. As things seemed to Brook, at least, the only direction the situation could turn was up. That slim theory was bent out of shape each time Cisco reacted in an incriminating manner, which Brook easily picked up on.
The guilty stare wasn't much to moan about; Brook thought that Cisco might've been legitimately worried as he was... at first, anyway. The shift of attention from the front of the room down to the burner seemed reasonable enough as well. Brook found himself tracing 'Fanny's' eyes and looking at the burner himself as the teacher prepared to inspect it for faults. It was only when Cisco began to breathe loudly that Brook started to get annoyed, and shot him a 'what the hell... really?' look. He hadn't actually suspected Cisco of anything intentional by this point. The true issue was that it seemed like his partner was legitimately overreacting, and increasing the teacher's suspicion to the point where they'd be in deep trouble.
"If I'm going down for this, I'm taking you with me!"
Brook brought his hands down on the table, creating a loud 'THWAP' as his palms hit. "Really, dude? Come on!"
"Liam." The teacher 'instructed'. There didn't need to be any verbs after Liam, Brook pretty much knew the words that followed, and stayed quiet in obedience. The teacher himself looked from boy to boy, brown to green and back to brown with a sigh. "Your table seems to be in working order, must have been an accident then... human error." He stressed the last bit, just to inform the two that he wasn't entirely convinced of what the situation was, and that there would be some explaining to do after class. "Continue."
The guilty stare wasn't much to moan about; Brook thought that Cisco might've been legitimately worried as he was... at first, anyway. The shift of attention from the front of the room down to the burner seemed reasonable enough as well. Brook found himself tracing 'Fanny's' eyes and looking at the burner himself as the teacher prepared to inspect it for faults. It was only when Cisco began to breathe loudly that Brook started to get annoyed, and shot him a 'what the hell... really?' look. He hadn't actually suspected Cisco of anything intentional by this point. The true issue was that it seemed like his partner was legitimately overreacting, and increasing the teacher's suspicion to the point where they'd be in deep trouble.
"If I'm going down for this, I'm taking you with me!"
Brook brought his hands down on the table, creating a loud 'THWAP' as his palms hit. "Really, dude? Come on!"
"Liam." The teacher 'instructed'. There didn't need to be any verbs after Liam, Brook pretty much knew the words that followed, and stayed quiet in obedience. The teacher himself looked from boy to boy, brown to green and back to brown with a sigh. "Your table seems to be in working order, must have been an accident then... human error." He stressed the last bit, just to inform the two that he wasn't entirely convinced of what the situation was, and that there would be some explaining to do after class. "Continue."
Brook-squared was starting to panic too judging from his outburst...and for a moment, Cisco didn't think that this was all "part of the plan," as getting a trip to the principal's office and a subsequent suspension was a bit extreme (ironically?) an outcome for this limey to have. Thankfully, the teacher seemed to be more focused on Brook for the time being, and let them off until the end of class.
The freakchild breathed a deliberately heavy sigh of relief as the teacher permitted them to continue. Not that he was specifically in any trouble for what went down unless his actions in the seconds preceding gave the teacher any ideas. He took a moment to notice that there were still a few classmates looking at the two though most had started to focus on their own experiments.
"Shit...looks like we're safe for now..." he groaned at Brook, face visibly relieved and smiling reassuredly as the teacher moved away from earshot. He leaned his head back a bit, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He then perked up, bending forward to sheepishly grin at the burner. "So...whaddaya say we open the gates to hell again? You're measuring," he said.
The freakchild breathed a deliberately heavy sigh of relief as the teacher permitted them to continue. Not that he was specifically in any trouble for what went down unless his actions in the seconds preceding gave the teacher any ideas. He took a moment to notice that there were still a few classmates looking at the two though most had started to focus on their own experiments.
"Shit...looks like we're safe for now..." he groaned at Brook, face visibly relieved and smiling reassuredly as the teacher moved away from earshot. He leaned his head back a bit, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He then perked up, bending forward to sheepishly grin at the burner. "So...whaddaya say we open the gates to hell again? You're measuring," he said.
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"Is there... a particular reason why you're doing this, Fanny?" Brook moaned, struggling to keep his head up and not slamming into the lab table repeatedly. "Sure.... sure, I don't care if I measure, let's just get this done... alright?" He was losing patience for the limehead who, for whatever reason, seemed convinced to get the both of them in trouble. Maybe Brook was being paranoid, though. ... Paranoid...
One innocent possibility lead to a horrible realization, that being that paranoia was probably what created a person like Nabain. Brook looked intensely terrified at this prospect, and shut it away as quickly as possible. There was no way he'd be like Nabain... that being said, 'Fanny' was still bugging the hell out of him, and if they got in trouble, he knew who to pin it on.
"Okay, here we go..." Brook said as mostly filler, slowly lighting the burner. He turned to the paper, which strangely wasn't in the path of the flame that lit their ex-partner, to read the next set of instructions. Not withstanding Cisco's intentions, the experiment should be carried out just fine.
One innocent possibility lead to a horrible realization, that being that paranoia was probably what created a person like Nabain. Brook looked intensely terrified at this prospect, and shut it away as quickly as possible. There was no way he'd be like Nabain... that being said, 'Fanny' was still bugging the hell out of him, and if they got in trouble, he knew who to pin it on.
"Okay, here we go..." Brook said as mostly filler, slowly lighting the burner. He turned to the paper, which strangely wasn't in the path of the flame that lit their ex-partner, to read the next set of instructions. Not withstanding Cisco's intentions, the experiment should be carried out just fine.
"Is there... a particular reason why you're doing this, Fanny?" Brook moaned as the experiment was prepped for another run.
"Well, it's a science experiment, might as well have a little fun while we're at it, yes?" Cisco replied, not taking his eyes off the rim of the gaping vortex of doom that was the burner.
"Sure.... sure, I don't care if I measure, let's just get this done... alright?" By the tone of his voice, Brook seemed to be getting quite unsettled.
Cisco didn't seem to care one bit though, inwardly or outwardly, if his lab-partner-cum-guinea-pig was paranoid, he just wanted to get on with this lovely experiment. That and see how much entertainment he could derive from staring hypnotically into the flame in front of him, in all its different colors. That is, once it was lit. Brook had switched on the gas while Cisco closed the burner's air-hole. Now it was time for what the limey dubbed the 'fun part.'
The flame flared a lustrous bright orange mere inches from Cisco's face as he held the match over the burner's chimney. Thankfully, his hair wasn't singed in the initial blast before he opened the air-hole a bit to restrict the flame into a relatively safe hot blue.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he said to Brook in a tone of childish wonderment. "Don't worry...it won't kill you."
"Well, it's a science experiment, might as well have a little fun while we're at it, yes?" Cisco replied, not taking his eyes off the rim of the gaping vortex of doom that was the burner.
"Sure.... sure, I don't care if I measure, let's just get this done... alright?" By the tone of his voice, Brook seemed to be getting quite unsettled.
Cisco didn't seem to care one bit though, inwardly or outwardly, if his lab-partner-cum-guinea-pig was paranoid, he just wanted to get on with this lovely experiment. That and see how much entertainment he could derive from staring hypnotically into the flame in front of him, in all its different colors. That is, once it was lit. Brook had switched on the gas while Cisco closed the burner's air-hole. Now it was time for what the limey dubbed the 'fun part.'
The flame flared a lustrous bright orange mere inches from Cisco's face as he held the match over the burner's chimney. Thankfully, his hair wasn't singed in the initial blast before he opened the air-hole a bit to restrict the flame into a relatively safe hot blue.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he said to Brook in a tone of childish wonderment. "Don't worry...it won't kill you."
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"Well, it's a science experiment, might as well have a little fun while we're at it, yes?
Brook rolled his eyes, standing with his shoulder to Ciso for the time being. "I'm not the experiment, Fanny. The fire is... speaking of which, that should be coming on any second now, R-AYE!!!"
He couldn't help but jump slightly at the precise moment the flame, powerful enough in its burst to make a gassy, audible 'pop', lept from the burner.
Snapping his head around to desperately catch a glimpse of the event, Brook's brain received a confused message that seemed a lot like deja vu. The lime-haired boy with flames dancing in front of his face brought back frames of Nabain's misfortune just a little TOO well, and the revelation that Brook should, perhaps, stop dwelling on what happened to Nabain.
"Don't worry...it won't kill you."
Brook let out a small laugh at that, his anxiety not nearly as peaked as much as it was last time. "Right.... I guess it will just maim you. Let's get back to work, alright?" He set about to record any measurement the two might find, praying things went smooth from there.
Brook rolled his eyes, standing with his shoulder to Ciso for the time being. "I'm not the experiment, Fanny. The fire is... speaking of which, that should be coming on any second now, R-AYE!!!"
He couldn't help but jump slightly at the precise moment the flame, powerful enough in its burst to make a gassy, audible 'pop', lept from the burner.
Snapping his head around to desperately catch a glimpse of the event, Brook's brain received a confused message that seemed a lot like deja vu. The lime-haired boy with flames dancing in front of his face brought back frames of Nabain's misfortune just a little TOO well, and the revelation that Brook should, perhaps, stop dwelling on what happened to Nabain.
"Don't worry...it won't kill you."
Brook let out a small laugh at that, his anxiety not nearly as peaked as much as it was last time. "Right.... I guess it will just maim you. Let's get back to work, alright?" He set about to record any measurement the two might find, praying things went smooth from there.
Brook-squared was quite expectedly surprised at the burst of flame, memories of a previous burst still burned into his mind like the blind spot in one's vision after a camera flash. At least he seemed to be reassured of his own safety with a lab partner who was a little less paranoid than Nabain was.
"Right.... I guess it will just maim you. Let's get back to work, alright?"
"Sure, let's." Cisco replied with a grin that barely showed any signs of fear left over from the events that transpired just now, before turning his attention back to the flame as the ruler approached it.
Cisco stared with determination at the intersection where the tip of the flame tickled that steady black line on the ruler, teasing but never penetrating, the bodacious flirt against solid integrity, the boiling revolt against the order. He glared at that spot, almost as if willing the flame to burn higher, reach above the bar to show that in its imaginary sentient mind that it was capable of more than just sitting humbly atop a nozzle like its comrades. It was all so pretty and almost Futurist to him, but it could never be able to find the words with which to exit his respiratory system. At least, not in words that could describe it any more than the mundane.
"35 millimeters," he said, almost as if reading to a child from a bedtime storybook, "Bright blue in color. Next model..."
"Right.... I guess it will just maim you. Let's get back to work, alright?"
"Sure, let's." Cisco replied with a grin that barely showed any signs of fear left over from the events that transpired just now, before turning his attention back to the flame as the ruler approached it.
Cisco stared with determination at the intersection where the tip of the flame tickled that steady black line on the ruler, teasing but never penetrating, the bodacious flirt against solid integrity, the boiling revolt against the order. He glared at that spot, almost as if willing the flame to burn higher, reach above the bar to show that in its imaginary sentient mind that it was capable of more than just sitting humbly atop a nozzle like its comrades. It was all so pretty and almost Futurist to him, but it could never be able to find the words with which to exit his respiratory system. At least, not in words that could describe it any more than the mundane.
"35 millimeters," he said, almost as if reading to a child from a bedtime storybook, "Bright blue in color. Next model..."
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Measurements came and went, steps were followed down the page, and tasks were carried out to the rhythm of the classroom clock's ticking. Brook drifted his eyes up to it every now and then, watching the minute hand draw nearer and nearer to the end of class. That tiny black line next to the number '9' wasn't going anywhere, thankfully, but that moving black bar was taking its time getting there. Brook just wanted this class to be over and done with, he and the 'limey' working together to finish the assignment comfortably within the time constraints of the class. As he straightened up to both stretch his back and peer at the other groups, Brook made the reluctant self-admittance that he and 'Fanny' worked rather well together. Yes, Cisco got on his nerves with that 'air of suspicion' business, but all that mattered to him right now was being done with the day. Putting it all behind him, as it were.
The very instant that minute hand crossed the line everybody was watching, the rush of kids dropping off their packets on the teacher's desk and heading for the door spurred without relent. Taking a deep breath, Brook resisted the natural urge to pack up all of his things and head for the door to catch up with everybody else. Certain items (pencil, scrap paper, et al) could be put away and his packet could be placed on the teacher's desk, but then he quickly returned to his seat; his backpack stayed on the floor by his stool. Without so much as glancing at either Cisco or the teacher, Brook began a mental mantra.
Everything will be fine, you're not in trouble.
Everything will be fine, you're not in trouble.
Everything will be fine, you're not in trouble.
Everything will be
The sight of a blue shirt and black tie brought Brook out of la-la land and back into the lab, precisely where he would rather not be. This was it... the big talk that he was worrying about for some reason or another.
"Alright, then. Now, I'd like to know just what happened today at your table. We'll start with.... well, how about you, Cisco? Tell me what happened in class today."
The very instant that minute hand crossed the line everybody was watching, the rush of kids dropping off their packets on the teacher's desk and heading for the door spurred without relent. Taking a deep breath, Brook resisted the natural urge to pack up all of his things and head for the door to catch up with everybody else. Certain items (pencil, scrap paper, et al) could be put away and his packet could be placed on the teacher's desk, but then he quickly returned to his seat; his backpack stayed on the floor by his stool. Without so much as glancing at either Cisco or the teacher, Brook began a mental mantra.
Everything will be fine, you're not in trouble.
Everything will be fine, you're not in trouble.
Everything will be fine, you're not in trouble.
Everything will be
The sight of a blue shirt and black tie brought Brook out of la-la land and back into the lab, precisely where he would rather not be. This was it... the big talk that he was worrying about for some reason or another.
"Alright, then. Now, I'd like to know just what happened today at your table. We'll start with.... well, how about you, Cisco? Tell me what happened in class today."
For the moment, it seemed things were finally going as planned, or rather as "planned" as spur-of-the-moment could be. The experiment seemed to go off without a hitch despite what appeared to be Cisco's pyromaniacal obsession with the flame. Once all the data was tabulated, and the area cleaned up, it was inevitably time for that talk with the teacher to find out what happened between Brook-Squared and Twilight Boy.
Officially, he was really little more than a bystander, but that didn't mean he couldn't do a little embellishing as he thought up a routine while the teacher approached.
On the other hand, Cisco's mood swings were quite well known around these parts, and were always meant to be taken with a pinch of salt. Or at least, the teachers were quite used to it...the students, that was another matter altogether. It would not have been much surprise to the teacher, then, that the mentally-unstable pupil suddenly collapsed into tears as if finally caught as an accomplice to a first-degree murder.
"Okay...it was him, all right? I had just gotten to my seat when...all of a sudden...there was this massive explosion and I got knocked back..." he sobbed. "I'm sure he was the one that lit it...I don't know why but...Oh God..."
Officially, he was really little more than a bystander, but that didn't mean he couldn't do a little embellishing as he thought up a routine while the teacher approached.
On the other hand, Cisco's mood swings were quite well known around these parts, and were always meant to be taken with a pinch of salt. Or at least, the teachers were quite used to it...the students, that was another matter altogether. It would not have been much surprise to the teacher, then, that the mentally-unstable pupil suddenly collapsed into tears as if finally caught as an accomplice to a first-degree murder.
"Okay...it was him, all right? I had just gotten to my seat when...all of a sudden...there was this massive explosion and I got knocked back..." he sobbed. "I'm sure he was the one that lit it...I don't know why but...Oh God..."
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WHAM!
Brook had pretty much given up all hope of finding some sort of reliability in Cisco. Actually, the only consinstency to be found in the boy was a complete lack thereof! Such randomness would normally brighten Brook's mood. Hell, seeing such a wonderful theatrical (at least, he was pretty sure it was acting) performance might even push a laugh up and out his throat. Not now, though, he didn't need this... and as such, he added his own flavor of despair to Cisco's sobbing fit by slumping over, feeling defeated as his head crashed into the table.
The teacher rolled his eyes at the latest rendition of one of Cisco's so-called mood swings, clearing his throat. "That's enough, Mr. Vasquez. Liam, pick your head up right now." He waited for Brook to reluctantly obey and lift his head before continuing. "Now then... slowly, calmly, tell me what happened."
"... It... was like Fan-... uh.." He pointed to Cisco to get the point across. "It was like he said for the most part. Um..." Still worked up, Brook did everything in his power to keep himself calm. The final meltdown-prevention method he could think of was simple, but tried and true: Take a deep breath. The events flashed through his mind one more time before Brook spoke up and continued the story. "So we were all at the table, the three of us. Either Nabain or I opened the burner, I can't remember who.... and I grabbed the match to light it, and when I did.... the flame jumped from the burner down across the table to.... to Nabain's sleeve. It happened faster than I could even think about it..." Brook lowered his head, wondering what would happen...
((OoC: You can alternate control of the teacher if you want, LaZ.))
Brook had pretty much given up all hope of finding some sort of reliability in Cisco. Actually, the only consinstency to be found in the boy was a complete lack thereof! Such randomness would normally brighten Brook's mood. Hell, seeing such a wonderful theatrical (at least, he was pretty sure it was acting) performance might even push a laugh up and out his throat. Not now, though, he didn't need this... and as such, he added his own flavor of despair to Cisco's sobbing fit by slumping over, feeling defeated as his head crashed into the table.
The teacher rolled his eyes at the latest rendition of one of Cisco's so-called mood swings, clearing his throat. "That's enough, Mr. Vasquez. Liam, pick your head up right now." He waited for Brook to reluctantly obey and lift his head before continuing. "Now then... slowly, calmly, tell me what happened."
"... It... was like Fan-... uh.." He pointed to Cisco to get the point across. "It was like he said for the most part. Um..." Still worked up, Brook did everything in his power to keep himself calm. The final meltdown-prevention method he could think of was simple, but tried and true: Take a deep breath. The events flashed through his mind one more time before Brook spoke up and continued the story. "So we were all at the table, the three of us. Either Nabain or I opened the burner, I can't remember who.... and I grabbed the match to light it, and when I did.... the flame jumped from the burner down across the table to.... to Nabain's sleeve. It happened faster than I could even think about it..." Brook lowered his head, wondering what would happen...
((OoC: You can alternate control of the teacher if you want, LaZ.))
"I tried to stop him..." Cisco whimpered, (trying to put on the appearance of being) seemingly broken and utterly defeated. "...God...solitary confinement...throw away the key...just get me away from him..." his sniveling took on an almost Gollum-like sinister tone as his 'accusations' grew 'paranoid, even as he probably knew the teacher didn't buy it for one second.
He 'forced' himself to put on a dignified face as Brook continued his explanation, trying to look like he was making an effort not to kill himself (as if he had anything to kill himself with in a fashion that didn't look stupidly dramatic). By now, he'd stopped caring if the teacher noticed. But then Brook mentioned the word flame, and the idea jumped into Cisco's head that gave him a look on his face that - in its mixture of fear and sadness - seemed like Brook burned down his house with his sleeping family inside.
"Oh God...the fire...I tried to stop it but...it was too late..." He wanted to 'cry', but clearly he'd used up his fake tear reserve.
He 'forced' himself to put on a dignified face as Brook continued his explanation, trying to look like he was making an effort not to kill himself (as if he had anything to kill himself with in a fashion that didn't look stupidly dramatic). By now, he'd stopped caring if the teacher noticed. But then Brook mentioned the word flame, and the idea jumped into Cisco's head that gave him a look on his face that - in its mixture of fear and sadness - seemed like Brook burned down his house with his sleeping family inside.
"Oh God...the fire...I tried to stop it but...it was too late..." He wanted to 'cry', but clearly he'd used up his fake tear reserve.
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While he wasn't the best engine of prediction the school had to offer anyway, Brook had no idea what to expect from the teacher. Would he be given a detention if the teacher didn't believe him? Worse? Maybe the teacher did believe him... but Cisco certainly wasn't helping, that much was clear. Hell, every time the 'limey' made another statement, Brook's scared mind almost wanted to accept the idea that he was a cold-hearted murderer that would both slaughter the unwary and steal candy from babies.
As things were, the teacher currently had a more level head than Brook. Being a teacher for as long as he was would condition just about anybody on how to handle stress, which was simultaneously the weak point of the nervous brown-haired boy in front of him. As stalwart as he was, Cisco's crying (or whatever he thought it might be) drove the teacher to rub his temples. "MR. VASQUEZ. That's enough, I get the point." The grotesque noise of him clearing his throat bounced off the walls of the empty room. "It's not like I have any way of proving it was with malicious intent that Nabain was burned. Personally, I think it was an accident, whether you..." He pointed at Cisco first, then Brook. "... or you did it. Luckily, nobody was seriously injured... a minor burn and a destroyed shirt, nothing more. But I don't want this happening again... Got it?"
As things were, the teacher currently had a more level head than Brook. Being a teacher for as long as he was would condition just about anybody on how to handle stress, which was simultaneously the weak point of the nervous brown-haired boy in front of him. As stalwart as he was, Cisco's crying (or whatever he thought it might be) drove the teacher to rub his temples. "MR. VASQUEZ. That's enough, I get the point." The grotesque noise of him clearing his throat bounced off the walls of the empty room. "It's not like I have any way of proving it was with malicious intent that Nabain was burned. Personally, I think it was an accident, whether you..." He pointed at Cisco first, then Brook. "... or you did it. Luckily, nobody was seriously injured... a minor burn and a destroyed shirt, nothing more. But I don't want this happening again... Got it?"