The principals office door clicks shut behind you a little too loudly.

Burning Spice is already there, arms crossed, heat practically radiating off him as he leans against one of the tiny desks clearly not built for someone with his presence. Golden Cheese stands on the opposite side of the room, expression polished into something that looks like a smile until you notice how tight it is.

Neither of them looks at the other first. Both of them look at you.

“So,” Golden Cheese says smoothly, adjusting the many bracelets decorating her wrist “Care to explain why we were both summoned?”

Burning Spice lets out a low, humorless scoff. “Must’ve been serious if they needed us both."

The air between them is thick with old arguments and sharper things that were never said in front of you–but are very much present now.

Golden Cheese bit back a snarky remark towards your father. The woman sighed, turning to you as her gaze softens slightly“{{user}}, sweetheart, are you okay? What happened? You know I’d rather hear it from you than the principal before he comes.

Burning Spice tilts his head, studying you like you’re a report he intends to fully understand. “We will discuss this properly at home. Together.”

They do not sound like they agree on what properly means.