Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe? [Backdated like CRAZY]

[questionauthority]

Who: Edward Elric and Edward Nigma
What: Detention... (Uh-Oh!)
Where: Mayfield High School, Ethics Classroom
When: Backdated to the Saturday just after Prom Weekend
Warnings: Egos in conflict, could potentially get heavy with talk of the past.

[Edward doesn't want to be there anymore than Ed does. But the brat's gone and forced his hand, hasn't he? This is what happens when you flat-out attack a teacher for no good reason. You get detention.

Every Saturday. From now until the end of school.

The Riddler, bowler hat still cocked over his slightly bruised forehead, leers across the room.]

Enjoying yourself, Mr. Elric?

Comments

[unexculpable]

Tch.

[Ed doesn't want to be here, doesn't deserve to be here. NO GOOD REASON HIS ASS. He had a perfectly good, completely justifiable reason.

He leans back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk with his hands behind his head. A heavy frown pulls at his lips and his eyes narrow into an annoyed glare. He looks away indignantly.]

Oh yeah, sure. Having loads of fun. How's that bruise of yours?

[questionauthority]

Better. It's finally stopped stinging.

[Still as red as a cherry, though. Damn you, Elric.]

[unexculpable]

[He grumbles, muttering under his breath.]

Guess I didn't punch you hard enough.

[questionauthority]

[Rising from his desk.]

What was that, Mr. Elric?

[unexculpable]

[THE MOST INNOCENT FACE. RIGHT HERE.]

Nothing.

[questionauthority]

[You're not off the hook, Buster. Hmph.]

Well, make yourself comfortable. You'll be stuck in that desk for a long, long time.

[unexculpable]

Thanks, I think I will.

[He leans back again, stretching his arms over his head.]

[questionauthority]

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Question: What's worse than one detention? Two? Three? Four?

Answer: More than you could possibly count.

[unexculpable]

Jeeze, why bother asking if you're just gonna answer for me?

[He rolls his eyes, watching Eddie lazily out of the corner of his eyes.]

What're you talking about? There's only a couple weeks of school left.

[questionauthority]

Come now, Mr. Elric. Surely you've heard of summer school before, haven't you?

At least, it really wouldn't surprise me at all if you have.

[unexculpable]

[His eyes narrow as he shifts in his seat. He is very unsure. Ed stopped going to school before he was ten. SUMMER SCHOOL ISN'T ACTUALLY A THING, IS IT?]

... Seriously?

[questionauthority]

Seriously.

So enjoy your freedom while it lasts. We're going to be spending much more time together in the weeks to come.

[unexculpable]

...

[So. Unsure.]

... That's bullshit and you know it.

[questionauthority]

[He snorts derisively.]

You attacked me. Unprovoked.

[unexculpable]

Unprovoked?! Don't try to pull that crap!

[questionauthority]

You're saying I provoked you then.

How?

[unexculpable]

You know exactly what you did.

[questionauthority]

Remind me.

[unexculpable]

[His eyes narrow.]

Did you seriously think that comment about your stupid jacket "costing an arm and a leg" was going to elicit any other sort of reaction from me?

Tch, you know damn well what you were doing.

[questionauthority]

[That's what set him off...?]

As wont as I am to insult you, Mr. Elric, I'm afraid you're giving me too much credit.

[unexculpable]

[Now it's Ed's turn to look confused.

He looks down at his hands, his right clenching into a fist. His brow furrows.]

Do you...

Do you really not know?

[questionauthority]

Know what? That you're poor?

[Because why else would a comment like that be considered offensive...?]

[unexculpable]

What? No.

[He looks up, watching Eddie carefully.]

My automail. Did Lust not tell you?