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Hawkeye slammed open the Pomefiore dorm’s front door. This was, officially, Crowley’s newest low.
A student flinched at the sight of her. “Ma’am, we can not permit you to go into the ball room-” She sent them a withering glare that quickly shut them up.
“Stupid fucking sky rat.” Mrs. Curtis hissed.
“Let’s make this quick,” Roy groaned. “I’m going to need a drink after this.”
The doors to the ballroom were flung open, and Mrs. Curtis immediately threw a cleaver at Crowley’s head. “DIRE CROLWEY!” All three of them screamed. “You are so dead.”
“No- now hold on- hold on just a moment!” Crowley babbled backing into the wall. “There’s a good reason for this!”
“What possible reason could you have for this?” Roy scowled. “You planned to use another dorm- one where we live, mind you- for SDC Training without our permission!”
Crowley winced. “Well when you put it like that…”
Hawkeye deadpanned. “Like how it is?”
“I planned it to be a team-building exercise.” Crowley explained. “These students come from different dorms, different class years, different birthplaces, different cultures… It was my hope that living together will help them foster a greater sense of camaraderie.”
“Hold your horses, Crowley. If we ain't in the ensemble, why should we contribute to this at all?” Grim scowled. “I don't want anything to do with it!”
Crowley smirked. “Really, Grim? Are you certain of that? You know, if you find it in your heart to share your dorm for the training camp, there might be something nice in it for you…”
Grim paused. “Myah? Wh-what kinda ‘nice’ are we talkin' here?”
“Don’t fall for it.” Eden warned. “It likely still won’t be worth the trouble.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that Eden.” Vil Schoenheit smirked. “Should our team win first place, Rook and I will donate our shares of the prize to Ramshackle Dorm. It is in need of repair after all.”
****
Ed blinked at Vil’s declaration before bursting out into laughter. “BWAHAHA-”
‘OH MY ME, HE DOESN'T KNOW?!?!’
“What’s so funny?!” Vil demanded.
“My darling wife fixed Ramshackle already,” Ling snickered. “So we have no immediate needs for your funds. This is to say- you have no power in this negotiation. Whether we allow you in or not is our choice and ours alone.”
Vil paled slightly. “Ramshackle is… already fixed? But- but how did this information escape me?”
Al snorted. “Pretty easily. Nobody really comes to Ramshackle unless they want to talk to us.”
“Kids,” Teacher called over. “Over here!”
All of them shuffled over to the circle the adults had made for what was likely a discussion about this whole situation.
“Crowley isn’t dead?” Lan asked in slight shock.
Bastard sighed. “No, he does still sign our checks.”
“What do you kids think about having the training camp at our house?” Teacher asked.
“I hate Vil and Rook.” Ed said.
“...Not what I asked.” Teacher sighed.
“A training camp would be good for school morale, and bonding,” Hawkeye murmured. “And we do have space for it… The only concern I have is the bills, and how we’re going to ensure they follow our rules.”
“Let’s take a vote. Those okay with the training camp raise your hand.” Bastard said.
Hands shot up, before Bastard blinked. “...I forgot I can’t count votes.”
Hawkeye sighed. “Including you and I, those for it outway those who aren’t.”
“How many?” Bastard asked.
“Eight to three.” Ed answered.
‘Eight to four!’
Ed groaned. “Fine. Including Truth, Eight to four.”
****
Nina giggled at Big Brother Al’s and Lan’s sour expression. Nina and Bao’s votes were counted as two separate people, so whatever side they had decided on was going to win. The only ones that didn’t want the SDC group at the house were Lan, Big Brother Al, and Grandma. Nina thought it’d be fun to have some people over, like a big slumber party!
“Alright, we’ll have the Training camp at our house,” Grandma scowled. “But we’ll be taking the money for food and such out of your wallet.”
The bird man gasped. “But-But-!”
“No buts!” Ms. Hawkeye snapped.
Nina giggled. “Hehe. Butts.”
Papa snorted.
“Then our meeting is adjourned.” The person with the blonde and purple hair stated. “It's time to get the rehearsal started!”
Ace frowned. “Wait, I thought we weren't rehearsing until training camp starts.”
The person with the blonde and purple hair scowled. “Think again, Spudling One. You're all rank amateurs at singing and dancing. We don't have a moment to waste.”
Mama scooped up Nina. “Anddddd that’s our cue. C’mon let’s get out of here guys.”
****
“Okay, we agreed to it, but what’s our plan if they break our rules? We can’t exactly kick them out.” Izumi pointed out.
Mustang snorted. “There are three members of staff living here. I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
Izumi fixed him a look. “You are severely underestimating how stupid teenagers can be. Not many teens are like our kids where they cancel out chaos with their own. Even less can get out of the hole when they start digging.”
Hawkeye smiled. “Oh we know what they’re capable of. We had to deal with those two-”
Ed shook her head. “I’ve been told what I do is not the normal teenage experience. That being said, we do need a way to punish them without, you know, kicking them out.”
“This is why I voted against it.” Al grumbled. “I don’t want people I dislike in my house.”
Ling sighed wistfully. “If only we could ground them.”
“And if they complain we could force them to rough it outside,” Lan dremmily said. “Now that would be the dream.”
Ed slammed her hands against the table, standing up abruptly. “That’s it!” Her eyes were gleaming with the clear idea of a mischief of sorts, and she looked positively giddy. “I’ve got an idea on how to punish them if they decide to be asses!”