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Feel the Magic Rise
Who: Dave Strider, Bro Strider, John Egbert, Santana Lopez, Dean Winchester, Puck, maybe a wild Baby Penguin Kurt Hummel
Where: Tearoom
When: Tuesday, October 25th
Rating: T for sexual explanations and language
Summary: Sex Education 101 is now beginning!
The Story: Dave just sent out a text a couple hours ago for the "teachers" to get their materials together for the sex ed class. They were doing it, man, they were making it happen. He also gave them the time and the place.
Now, all they needed were the "pupils."
Where: Tearoom
When: Tuesday, October 25th
Rating: T for sexual explanations and language
Summary: Sex Education 101 is now beginning!
The Story: Dave just sent out a text a couple hours ago for the "teachers" to get their materials together for the sex ed class. They were doing it, man, they were making it happen. He also gave them the time and the place.
Now, all they needed were the "pupils."
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Holy shit, Kurt's collection could rival the entire Strider collection of music. At least he recognized most of the artists he was mentioning. Dave pretty much nodded along, mostly being a good listener, and appreciating that there was someone else with a serious passion for music. This likely wouldn't be the last music-related conversation they'd have, so for now it was fine to just let Kurt ramble on.
When they got to the room, Dave opened the door for him like a true gentleman.
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He paused there though, after walking through the door and looking around to see that there was no tea at all, or any indication that there would be a tea party. It seemed more...classroom-ish.
"What's going on?" He turned to Dave. Dave must know, since he obviously dragged him there for a reason. Suddenly, he was all suspicious again, and he started to feel like he shouldn't have let his guard down, not even to gab about tea and music.
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"Dunno. Go ask them. Thought this was a tea party."
Why would you be suspicious of a sweet, innocent 13-year-old?
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"...No, no. Don't be ridiculous; we don't need to interrupt whatever they're doing. We'll just, um. Go have that tea party somewhere else and leave them in peace."
And then he turned around, moving he wanted to leave that room as fast as humanly possible. Whatever was going on in there was clearly a trap, and he needed to try and escape, now.
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"C'mon, we shouldn't be asocial pricks. Anybody can use the tearoom and do whatever they want with it, right? It'll be fine."