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Who: Mr.McCurstin (Xemnas) and Demyx
Where: Mr.McCurstin and Demyx Neighborhood
When: Wednesday after school
What: Mr.McCurstin disrupts Demyx's practicing before his big gig.
Warnings:Uh...None?
Xemnas hummed to himself as he came home from work, changing into more comfortable pajama bottoms and a t-shirt that read 'BITE ME' on it. Yes, just a grown up college kid was he. He took out a Dr. Pepper and went to begin planning the next few weeks of his classes....until he heard a racket from next door. He sighed, slamming his book shut and heading outside in his current attire, Dr. Pepper in hand, and banged loudly on the door with many annoying rings of the doorbell to go with it.
Demyx, who was once reading through a warm-up exercise received in Music Theory on his guitar, was startled out of his musical trance by a loud banging at the door. He nearly dropped his guitar, but managed to catch it in time.
“I'll get it mother!” He called out, not even really sure if she was there. He stood up, straitening out his black dress pants. It was foolish of him to put on his professional dress clothes hours before the gig, but he was often a foolish kid.
He sat his guitar on the bed gently and made his way to the door. The rapid doorbell ringing nearly drove him insane. He opened the door and spoke before he took note of who it was.
“I am trying to do my homew--! Oh…hello Sir.”
Xemnas grinned. "Hey, Demyx," Xemnas said. He liked the boy. He was inventive and good at what he did, but honestly..."Sorry to bother you, but, could you tone it down a bit? I'm trying to plan labs and things, and while your guitar playing is good, it is disruptive at times." He paused and stared at him. "You did do the homework I assigned BEFORE doing this didn't you?" he asked, eyeing him.
“Homework! Right…I…uh” He stuttered. It was no use. Demyx wasn't a good liar, and even if he was there was no way he could lie to his favorite teacher. “No sir, I haven't. But I will as soon as I get home tonight! I promise.” He smiled brightly.
“And I will switch to my acoustic guitar for now. Sorry about that, Sir.”
Xemnas shook his head with a smile. "Right. Come to my house before you go to bed and SHOW me you did it, Demyx," he said, poking the young man. "And thank you, that will be helpful, the acoustic, I mean."
“Tonight?!” He said worriedly. “I can't… I have a performance. A paying one…a GOOD paying one. I can't pass this up sir.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
“Come on…Have I ever NOT do my homework? You know I will. No matter how late I have to stay up after I get home, I will get it done sir.”
Xemnas eyed him for a good while. It was true, Demyx wasn't a good lair, but he could be a good slacker when he wanted to. And saying something and DOING something were totally different. He sighed. "Alright. But if you don't have the homework done and at least 80% correct, you give me a third of your pay."
“A third?!” Demyx's mouth fell open. He couldn't afford to lose that much money, especially since he was saving up for an upcoming concert. Guess he'd better do it, and do it right. “Aww…maaaaan.” He whined quietly.
“Ok…Deal.” He smiled and extended his hand to shake on it.
Xemnas grinned, shaking it. "See you tomorrow - and no sleeping in my class." He waved and sauntered back to his own house. Ah, the good deeds of a teacher.
Where: Mr.McCurstin and Demyx Neighborhood
When: Wednesday after school
What: Mr.McCurstin disrupts Demyx's practicing before his big gig.
Warnings:Uh...None?
Xemnas hummed to himself as he came home from work, changing into more comfortable pajama bottoms and a t-shirt that read 'BITE ME' on it. Yes, just a grown up college kid was he. He took out a Dr. Pepper and went to begin planning the next few weeks of his classes....until he heard a racket from next door. He sighed, slamming his book shut and heading outside in his current attire, Dr. Pepper in hand, and banged loudly on the door with many annoying rings of the doorbell to go with it.
Demyx, who was once reading through a warm-up exercise received in Music Theory on his guitar, was startled out of his musical trance by a loud banging at the door. He nearly dropped his guitar, but managed to catch it in time.
“I'll get it mother!” He called out, not even really sure if she was there. He stood up, straitening out his black dress pants. It was foolish of him to put on his professional dress clothes hours before the gig, but he was often a foolish kid.
He sat his guitar on the bed gently and made his way to the door. The rapid doorbell ringing nearly drove him insane. He opened the door and spoke before he took note of who it was.
“I am trying to do my homew--! Oh…hello Sir.”
Xemnas grinned. "Hey, Demyx," Xemnas said. He liked the boy. He was inventive and good at what he did, but honestly..."Sorry to bother you, but, could you tone it down a bit? I'm trying to plan labs and things, and while your guitar playing is good, it is disruptive at times." He paused and stared at him. "You did do the homework I assigned BEFORE doing this didn't you?" he asked, eyeing him.
“Homework! Right…I…uh” He stuttered. It was no use. Demyx wasn't a good liar, and even if he was there was no way he could lie to his favorite teacher. “No sir, I haven't. But I will as soon as I get home tonight! I promise.” He smiled brightly.
“And I will switch to my acoustic guitar for now. Sorry about that, Sir.”
Xemnas shook his head with a smile. "Right. Come to my house before you go to bed and SHOW me you did it, Demyx," he said, poking the young man. "And thank you, that will be helpful, the acoustic, I mean."
“Tonight?!” He said worriedly. “I can't… I have a performance. A paying one…a GOOD paying one. I can't pass this up sir.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
“Come on…Have I ever NOT do my homework? You know I will. No matter how late I have to stay up after I get home, I will get it done sir.”
Xemnas eyed him for a good while. It was true, Demyx wasn't a good lair, but he could be a good slacker when he wanted to. And saying something and DOING something were totally different. He sighed. "Alright. But if you don't have the homework done and at least 80% correct, you give me a third of your pay."
“A third?!” Demyx's mouth fell open. He couldn't afford to lose that much money, especially since he was saving up for an upcoming concert. Guess he'd better do it, and do it right. “Aww…maaaaan.” He whined quietly.
“Ok…Deal.” He smiled and extended his hand to shake on it.
Xemnas grinned, shaking it. "See you tomorrow - and no sleeping in my class." He waved and sauntered back to his own house. Ah, the good deeds of a teacher.