[March 15th, early afternoon]

[poeticprivilege]

Sitting in the British Literature classroom was a man who could have been mistaken for a student. Though he was sitting at the teacher's desk, he had his sneakered feet propped up on it, crossed at the ankles as he boredly sifting through a stack of papers. His dark gray pants were baggy, and covered in zippers and pockets, and he wore a white t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, an assortment of vividly colored paint streaks covering it. Occasionally, he'd reach up to run a hand through the strands of dark brown hair that fell over the side of his face, brushing them behind his ear, or look up from the papers as people passed by in the halls.

Faces are made at anyone who dares to stop and peek in.

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[poeticprivilege]

"Ah, yes, Aslan." He nodded, rolling his eyes a bit. "Well, what can you do? People are going to have their opinions. Personally, I think Christians should read it for the allegory, but then, it's really only the loonies who haven't."

"No offence. I'm sure your parents mean the best."

[smallgayjew]

"I'm sure Christians read it for the allegory all the time. That's part of the issue, really."

He didn't really understand it either. Or rather, he understood it, but he didn't agree with it.

"We're Jewish, you see."

[poeticprivilege]

"Oh, welp." Being the kind of person who doesn't get embarrassed easily, he doesn't really blush at the realization of what he's just said, and while he acknowledges that it was pretty stupid, he just waves it off. "Open mouth, insert foot, right? Although, that's not really something I'm going to comment on, since I don't know much about the culture. But I still think that forbidding things is the wrong way to go about dealing with things you don't like - it only makes them more enticing."

"Still, you're a big boy now, right? If you want to read it, I think you should go ahead and read it."

[smallgayjew]

He shrugged, not at all offended by it. "I think I may be a bit old for it now. I think it'd have lost some of its charm."

[poeticprivilege]

"Now that is the saddest thing I have ever heard. Who says growing old means you have to grow up?"

[smallgayjew]

"Quite a few people, actually," David said, laughing softly. "Not that that's a terribly good standard to judge by.

"Still, I think some things have to be experienced in childhood to engender the sort of love that Narnia seems to."

[poeticprivilege]

"Ehn, quite a few people say you have to get married and have kids, but heck if I'm going to do that," Kalvin snorted with a wink, grinning cheekily. "And hey, you're not that much older than Peter, I mean, what are you, sixteen, seventeen? That's hardly any difference at all. Furthermore-!" he added, waggling a finger at David mock-scoldingly, "how old do you think C. S. Lewis was when he wrote the Chronicles of Narnia, hmm? He certainly wasn't a child, that's for sure. So, yeah, reading it during your childhood may have given it some nostalgia value, but reading it now certainly doesn't diminish the spirit of it. It's all in the mindset you approach it with. Don't limit yourself by saying, "oh, I'm too old for that." You might find that you'll regret it, later."

[smallgayjew]

David took a step back. He really wasn't sure how to respond to that sort of thing from a teacher.

"I think you'll find very few children's books are written by actual children, so Lewis's age has little to do with it. And I'm not saying that it isn't likely quite good, but as I said, I don't particularly care for fantasy, and I very much don't care for allegory. So I think I'll still pass on it, unless you set it for the course."

[poeticprivilege]

Looking at David, he suddenly felt so, so old. He was aware that he wasn't, in the grand scheme of things, of course, but the teenager's attitude made him feel like shaking the kid and going "you have no idea what it means to be grown up."

Not really appropriate behavior for a teacher, but god, David just wasn't getting what he was trying to say.

"Well, not much I can do about differences in taste, is there?" He forced a smile, then looked down, clasping his hands in his lap. "I think I'll just do The Hobbit, though. Gotta have time for Shakespeare, after all. There's no writer in history quite like The Bard."

[smallgayjew]

For David, it was purely an issue of taste rather than maturity. He didn't particularly want to be an adult any time soon. He'd never met an adult who seemed truly happy with their lives. (Well, other than Felix, but he certainly didn't want to be like Felix.)

"Is it something you really love? The Hobbit?"

[poeticprivilege]

He shrugs. "It's up there. Not the one book that I can't ever put down, but I think everyone should read it. It's about breaking out of your comfortable little bubble and doing something..." He pauses, chewing on his lipring thoughtfully. "...Something exciting, and a little bit scary. At least, from an adult perspective. A kid would probably just tell you it's just an exciting adventure story."

[smallgayjew]

David smiled at his answer. "Good. Then...it'll be fun to read, yeah? If you enjoy it."

[poeticprivilege]

"Sweety, I don't think I'm a good judge when it comes to books," he snorted, laughing a little bit to himself. "I read Twilight and I liked it. Granted, it's full of holes and full of unfortunate implications, but if you're willing to suspend belief and just read it, it's not that bad."

[smallgayjew]

David shrugged, smiling. "It's not about the quality of the text. It's about the passion of the teacher. Silliness has its place."