Catch You Catch You, Catch Me Catch Me (Sean)

The association that Oriel had with "Gandalf" was a mere issue of comparing the old an the wise. Sean seemed to be the "old" wise person on campus, regardless of how many times he'd already sent Oriel to the gardens and no matter how much Oriel would like to pretend he hated the guy, and add in the fact that he put on quite the show at the Talk this year that Oriel quite appreciated(his question got answered so yay!), therefore, Dr. Sean Neville had become "Gandalf" in the charging boy's mind.

It could have been worse. He could have been "Dumbledore".

Professor Xavier was too obvious. Plus, Oriel already had an Xavier in his life, and reserved the use of that name for him.

And so he charged. It was actually quite amusing, if you thought about it, especially since it seemed to happen in slow motion. Here was Oriel, charging as fast as he could with no sign of slowing down, and there was Dr. Neville, stepping out of the way as Oriel flashed past him and skid his shoes against the ground as he attempted to change vectors and restart his glomp attack.

All with a wicked, sadistic grin pasted across his face.

"Give it up, Doc!" he advised the dear Dr. Neville with twitching and twiddling fingers as he prepared yet another charge, fully intending to leap over the bench like a monkey. "Resistance is Futile!" And he started forward again.

Oriel figured he'd probably get some detention for this, but, you know, it was completely worth it in his expert opinion. Sometimes….things just had to be done despite the consequences. This was one of those things. This was one of those times.

Nothing was going to stop him from fulfilling his mission objective bestowed upon him by a simple dare from a Mr. Jack McCarthy: granting Mr. Sean Neville a hug from his own very arms.

It was a stunt which just made the boy's soul sing with glee.

In a perfect world, Oriel's pounce onto the old man of some fifty years would result in a tackle of him to the ground, or possible with the dear doctor catching Oriel right out of the air into his arms like a puppy jumping up into his arms.

But Oriel was not a puppy, no matter how much his brain liked to fool him into thinking it so.

Oriel stepped onto the bench and launched himself right into Dr. Neville, arms outstretched to finish off that little game of cat and mouse with a very satisfying glomp.

Well, Oriel had to hand it to the old man, he was a lot sturdier than he looked. Of course, the possibility that Oriel's little stunt might actually cause physical harm to the doctor was the last thing on his mind...actually it hadn't even peeked into the furthest recesses of his mind, it just wasn't there.

"Papaa~" He cooed out to the doctor like an infant who just saw his long lost daddy and rested his head on Dr. Neville's arm with "affection."

While he'd never admit it, there was some sliver of affection there for the doctor, despite the man being primarily associated as the one who punished and "helped" "troubled" students such as himself. Oriel still wasn't convinced that he didn't just do it for the paycheck.

But Oriel at least knew that the man meant what he said when he said it, which was why, when the threat of more detention was made relative to the amount of time he remained attached to the doctor, Oriel promptly let go, raising both his arms up like he was surrendering to a robbery.

Of course, he was cackling through his teeth the whole time.

"Nice catch," he congratulated the doctor. Before any other inquiries could be made, Oriel was on top of that threat like he was on top of Phoenix last night. "Ok, so that's two weeks per cuddle, and if I see you at least once a day per day of detention," Oriel stroked his invisible beard as he made these calculations, "then that's two extra weeks per day, plus two weeks per day for the extra weeks.....equals detention for life, by my calculations, and my brain just died. Ow." He rubbed his forehead for a moment, then turned back to Dr. Neville. "That sound about right to you?"

"Awww…" Oriel couldn't hide his disappointment. Not at the extra detention, but at the lack of the dear Doctor's presence at the detentions. Oriel actually enjoyed the interactions between them, however stupid and offensive the boy Oriel could be. The only part Oriel found the most intrusive about detention was that it cut into his afternoon naps.

Ok, maybe he was reconsidering the extra detention, especially since he had already promised Phoenix that they would actually start being more active in school activities…together. Which meant Oriel couldn't really afford to be getting detention every other week, at least not until they decided whether extracurricular activities were worth the headache or not.

Still, Oriel wasn't about to let this go. After all, he was trapped by the honor system here!

"But Doc! You know, I'm a man of my word. If I say I'm going to do something, I charge forward, head first, with a song in my heart!" Oriel made overly dramatic gestures towards the sky with his hands before settling his arms back down. "Now, doctor, you've put me in quite the predicament. You see, I gave my word that I would bestow upon your olderly self a gracious embrace full of all my loves for the next moon cycle every time we laid eyes upon each other….or at least mine upon you. Anyway, if I promise to you that I will not pursue this promise to my comrades, then I would therefore, be breaking a pact among men…and some women." Oriel crossed and arm over his chest and held the other out hopelessly. "Do you seeee now the conundrum I face here, where upon I must battle between two sides of this most unfortunate moral dilemma?"

Do we have our ridiculous hats on? Yeeeessssss….

Oriel definitely had to consider this. No longer because of the dilemma between breaking a previous promise by establishing a brand new one, but by a brand new chance, a golden opportunity, if you will, to not only disturb the dear doctor, but to cause some upset(read: annoyance, trouble, irritation) among his peers which had been present at the truth or dare extravaganza.

He could deeefinitely kill two birds with one stone with this.

But was it worth it? How much more trouble would Oriel get knowing that his "friends" would suffer such a fate.

And then there was the fact that there was at least one person there he didn't care to get in trouble(Erik)….followed by the fact that there was, in fact, only one person he wanted to get in trouble, a glorious gift of affection for the one Jack McCarthy. Especially since it was HE who entrapped Oriel into this predicament in the first place.

Perhaps Sean could be reasonable?

"Mr. Dr. Neville," Oriel started in his "hear me out" negotiation voice. "I completely understand where you're coming from," sort of, "and, well, I'm a reasonable man," HA! "Therefore, might there perchance be a middle ground we can find between us? A compromise, I dare say?"

Oriel held out his hands with his best salesman face. "Now, I'm more than willing to put a cease and desist on any future embraces between yourself and I, however enjoyable you may find them, if," he stopped for dramatic effect, finger pointed in the air, "the one man behind this Honor Among Men Vow were to join this lowly self in punishment already sentenced."

He shrugged. "If not then," and sighed, "I might have to go ahead an sacrifice the whole lot of them just to get at one man…and become a martyr myself, but it would be worth it." Oriel nodded, completely satisfied with his plan.

The doctor's deduction was, indeed, accurate. And Oriel's sense of logic held no shame for the irrationality of it. So what else is new? it asked.

After all, it was just a hug, and hugs were pretty near harmless so long as they weren't pouncing glomps like the one that Oriel had just inflicted upon Dr. Sean. That was a mere introduction to the boy's intentions, however had Sean not dodged his initial attack, Oriel might not have felt so inclined to literally jump into the man's arms and had been content for a mere intense snuggle…..maybe. Oriel might also have decided at the last minute the clasp onto the older man like a koala.

"But, if you’re having a problem with Jack, you, him, and I can all have a meeting in my office.”

Oriel paused at this very tasty looking offer that Sean had presented to the overgrown boy and he pondered, stroking his very long imaginary beard and twirling his imaginary handlebar mustache whist vocalizing a very annoying "Hmmmmmmm…."

But really, there was very little to think about.

"I accept," Oriel said succinctly with a quick nod. Terms didn't get any better than that. Though, despite the agreement, Oriel still wasn't finished with his game. "In celebration of our newfound understanding," he announced with his signature evil grin, "let us seal this deal with an affectionate embrace." He swung his arms open dramatically as if to expect the dear doctor to simply fly right into them without protest. "C'mon! I know you want to," he persuaded with a taunting waggle of his eyebrows.