The Band Teacher Dude's Office

Hey, kids. Name's David Katz, band teacher, and musical empathic projection's the deal. Call me Scat Cat, and we might have a deal. Don't misbehave, and I won't be the strict-guy teacher. Got it? Cool deal.

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Everybody Wants to Be a Katz

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ladyrabbins:

“Yes, he was,” she said softly as she cuddled against his side. “I was in the theatre, singing and practicing using it as a weapon. Remember the dummies? Well he was there, and he applauded me and came onto the stage. Out of nowhere he kissed me and was just so full of himself, thinking he was God’s gift to women. When I slapped him, he took it as a come on and tried again. That is when I really made my point.” Jessica tilted her head up, kissing his bearded cheek.

“Are you angry with me? Now that you know it was your friend? Or best friend?” Jess asked, her going across his stomach as she cuddled more comfortably against him. “I did not want to tell you who it was because I did not want to be the reason for you fighting with another teacher. I had no idea that he was your best friend, or once was. Then again, had I known, I still might not have told you. You just surprised me by knowing his name,” Jessica rambled as she listened to her heart pounding in her ears. “I …I am sorry, Dave.”

Scat growled softly. O’Malley the idiot. It sounded like his friend had changed very little since he’d last seen him. He cuddled his girl closer to his side. Poor, poor Jess. He kissed her after feeling her lips on his cheek, bringing a hand up to cradle her face. In the near darkness of his living room, he met her worried eyes.

“Why would I be mad at you? You didn’t know... and O’Malley’s the fucking idiot who tried. He helped her settle on his lap, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Jess, darlin’...” He chuckled as she rambled. “It’s not your fault. I’ll have some words with him. He’s been pullin’ this shit as long as I’ve known him. You’re not the first woman to hit him, I promise. You’re not even the tenth. Probably just the first to hit him that hard.” His eyes crinkled with mirth. What a gal...

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pure-omalley-baby:

How could I forget? You were young, Scat. What happened? [chuckles]

“What happened to me? What happened to you? You look older than I do!” He laughed.

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mistressmxleficent:

SEND A SYMBOL FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS:

▼ kissing them

♢ stabbing them

♞ shooting them

✖ punching them

➶ slapping them

☠ poisoning them

☎ hugging them

☂ picking them up

✗ bringing them alcohol

✣ bringing them food

☯ coming home late

♀ proposing marriage

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Everybody Wants to Be a Katz

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ladyrabbins:

Jess enjoyed the way his beard tickled her face when he kissed her. The mention of O’Malley made her freeze, her cerulean eyes widening. “Why would O’Malley tell me anything about you? Avery compares you to Scat Cat remember? Why…The one and only time I spoke to O’Malley he was a bit too busy trying to shove his tongue down my throat and get me into bed. He didn’t exactly try and talk about you,” she whispered back. Her face showed her confusion. How did Dave know a character like O’Malley? “I’m putting Avery to bed and then we’re going to talk about this.” Jessica sighed and carefully got up and carried Avery to her bedroom.

“How do you know O’Malley?” she asked as she settled back on the couch. Another sigh sounded as she remembered that day with O’Malley in the theatre, a twinge going through her right hand. “Does he know? About us I mean. Would he have done that if he had known?” So many questions swirled through her head as she tried to make sense of everything. Blinking up at him, she patted the spot beside her for him to sit. She wanted him to hold her, but she was unsure if he would be mad at her since she had busted his friend’s face. 

It was his turn again to look confused. “He did what?!” He hissed, his eyebrows drawing together. He moved out of her way, letting her carry Avery to her own room, before sitting in the spot that the two had vacated. When Jess returned, her looked up at her, still puzzled. “Wait, O’Malley was the guy you hit?!” He pieced together the events she had told him.

He put an arm around her, sliding her over on the couch against his side. “O’Malley’s my best friend from Paris. I met him when I was like, sixteen.” He explained, still feeling horribly confused. “I just found out he was here... he kissed you?!” It seemed like an O’Malley thing to do, but he was having a hard time imagining those two pieces of his life--Jess and O’Malley--intersecting. “Goddammit, O’Malley!”

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French Club | Scat & Questa

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As he got up and moved away, Questa chuckled. “I can see why she does,” she stated, her navy gaze looking over said butt. “Well she’s a very lucky lady indeed. I do hope she treats you right.” Questa didn’t even try to hide the double meaning behind her words, head tilted to the side, smirk spreading over her lips once more. “I bet your kid is adorable. Does the child take after you?” Of course Questa had no idea about Jessica or Scat Cat’s daughter. While she had heard some rumors around school, they mainly revolved around two rumored student/teacher couples. So that was why she knew it was pointless to flirt with him. Hmm. “So what instruments do you play? I’m sure you’re very good with your fingers.” It was pointless, but quite fun to do. “I’m not bad with mine. I’ve picked up a couple instruments along the way.” 

“Hey. Hey.” He shook a scolding finger at her. “Not nice. Don’t perv on guys nearly twenty years your senior.” He laughed, finding a different treat for himself. Hmm, chocolate looked good. He crumpled the wrapper and pitched it at the trashcan beside his desk, resting his butt against the edge of the desk. “She is, but I’m a little biased. And nope, she takes completely after her mother... ‘cept the mutant thing. That was me.” He felt his face color slightly as she continued to flirt, and another wave of laughter came over him. She was a forward little thing, wasn’t she?  “I play everything in here, but I prefer the drums and the guitar.” He shared, not bothering to comment on the fingers thing. That was between him and Jess and well... a couple dozen former trysts from his past life in Paris. Not that he’d ever admit that to a student. “Well, you’re welcome to join band. You can distract all the boys with that... attitude... of yours.”

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Everybody Wants to Be a Katz

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ladyrabbins:

Jessica had picked Avery up from school, fed them both and entertained her while Dave had gone to deal with French Club. The girls had gone out and picked up greasy Chinese food and laid around watching The Aristocats and giggling whenever Scat Cat came on the screen. Eventually they had fallen asleep cuddled on the couch while the movie played on a loop

The sound of the door opening had Jessica blinking awake, one arm tightening around Avery as she looked to see Dave coming inside. Scat Cat had returned to the screen and had the theatre teacher giggling as she looked up at her boyfriend, careful not to wake Avery. “Hiya, Scat Cat. How was French Club?” she asked as she bit back the rest of her laughter before she became hysterical. Her free hand motioned him closer so she could get a hello kiss as her other loosened and petted Avery’s back.

French club hadn’t gone too badly for being a last minute affair, Scat decided, killing the engine of his car in front of his apartment building. He could see Jess’s car a few spaces down and a slight smile formed on his lips. He absolutely loved that she and Avery had time together. She needed a girl in her life so she had someone she trusted before it was time for all the lovely awkwardness of puberty.

He slipped his key in the lock, twisting it and pushing the slightly sticky door open with a soft grunt. The sound had Jess stirring on the couch and his smile grew at the sight of the two of them. “It was good.” He answered her, giving her a strange look. Where on earth had she heard that name? For a moment, he’d forgotten about Avery comparing him to the chubby cat on screen. He bent to press his lips to hers, pulling away slightly after a moment. “Did O’Malley tell you that? I mean, where did you hear that?” He asked, his voice low so as not to wake his daughter.