elio and the giant peach + o, sex ed

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"There's a saying for this situation. I think it goes along the lines of 'if you can't do it, teach it.'" Or something like "those who can't do, teach" but the point still stood, and he was smirking as best he could with only some facial muscles and eyes to work with. At least the kid was teaching consent- or so Gabe assumed, from all the rambling; sometimes listening to Moon talk involved a lot of information sorting, in the sense that he had to toss out the irrelevant bits. Often there were many, but he'd handled it thus far, and he couldn't give the kid any satisfaction in knowing that Gabe actually listened to him talk. Anyway, the hybrid deviated from that track, instead looking over everyone gathered, wondering how many were here to sincerely learn, to laugh at Moon, or for simple curiosity. He needed to find Laz, honestly. It was a perfect opportunity to have someone else handle this shit, although he wouldn't actually have an issue with doing it himself.

Truth be told, he'd prefer to do it himself.
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