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[bozhemoi]

Okay, look I might not be the most social butterfly at school. I know I'm not the most academically gifted. My interests lie elsewhere and my brother knows that. My brother is also my teacher for the first time ever in a city that is not exactly big enough for people to easily forget things. In fact, it kinda sounds like everyone has the exact opposite problem.

So, why oh why, did he feel a need to just torpedo any kind of anonymity I may have been enjoying and lack of spotlight to go and blurt out my FAMILY nickname in class? Does he want me to just die from embarrassment? Did he need to give me more reason to not want to go to school?

I love my brother, but honestly - we needed to be at seperate schools for a reason. Or at least never the same class. It's called maintaining order!


[ Natasha Natalie is 16 and the sister of devilsadvocato so if you're the same age and one of the students in her class feel free to have been there for the #teendrama that was Foggy calling her NATTIE in front of everyone. Also anyone in her family would be aware of the nickname. ]

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[invocate]

Speaking from experience, older brothers tend to be too busy trying to prove their affection to think rationally about the recipient's feelings.

[bozhemoi]

Well, you're not wrong. I know he cares. But c'mon! In class!!

[invocate]

Older brothers are tactless like that. Mine once shouted out my childhood nickname in front of a panel of judges. I wanted to strangle him.

I had my revenge, eventually.

[bozhemoi]

What were you being judged on?

And what was your revenge?

[invocate]

Ballet. It was a city-wide competition.

I swapped his favorite coffee for cheap decaf.

[bozhemoi]

And you still do ballet?

That really is mean. I assume he's big on his coffee.

[invocate]

I do! Though I am studying other dance styles as well.

It is one of his favorite things in the world.

[she's not denying she was mean, but ballet is one of her favorite things in the world... SO IT EVENS OUT]

[bozhemoi]

It's nice to meet someone else into the arts, even if it's a different wheel house to mine.

I kind of admire the slightly diabolical angle. I've painted a few moustaches on Foggy while he sleeps over the years.

[ She gets it. It's the same way with her painting. Sometimes Foggy is lucky he gets any kind of response out of her when she's in the zone. ]

[invocate]

I let him have it back after three days.

[the tears had been too much in the end]

Is that your 'wheel house'? Painting?

[bozhemoi]

I bet the withdrawal hit him hard after three days.

[ she honestly didn't envy the poor guy. ]

Yeah, ever since I was a kid. Just knew what I wanted and that was to make a mess with paint and get money from it.

[invocate]

Well, he could go buy coffee from a café if he needed the caffeine.

[it just wasn't his favorite or at home]

That sounds wonderful. And the same as I feel about dancing.