INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

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[He's not sure what to make of that look, head slightly tilted as he peers curiously back.]

...like what? I've tried listening to other things, but it all just goes right past audio.

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That's like trying to put fire out with more fire, Ryan.

[Don't be silly, now.]

'There anyone you like?

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[That makes him freeze up. There's the same deer-in-the-headlights look, his thoughts racing; sure, there are people he finds attractive, but liking them implies he's actually talked to any of them.

He was pretty serious about not being social until recently.

--no, there was one. Ryan's thoughts don't come as words this time but as images, memories, not meant to be broadcast but difficult to stifle. Falling into the fountain after being startled by a jet of fire, a little teasing and banter, elbowing John in the side for comments about his height. Hands in his hair, playing with it.

And while he's on that 'attractive people' train of thought- yeah, there's definitely a flicker or two of Petre's face as well. Whoops.]

--not really. I mean, I barely know anybody here.

[Which is a poor lie after those unintentional images, but as far as he's concerned it's pretty true. He hasn't really gotten to know people yet, it doesn't count.]

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[Well, well, well.]

Ryan. [he sounds a little shocked, a little taken aback by the surge of images rather than sounds.] You're a really shitty liar. But at least you have a libido, so that makes you less of a freak.

[He calls everybody a freak, don't even worry about it.]

You don't have to know them to screw 'em. I know I'm not that high maintenance.

[Just saying.]

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[Oh god it all went through. Just let the earth open up and swallow him right now.]

I-- it's not lying, okay, you asked if I liked anyone, not... you're not seriously suggesting that's going to block it all out, are you?

[He's bright pink, and if he were saying all of this out loud he'd probably be stammering. Smooth.]

I mean, wouldn't it be pretty temporary?

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Now that depends on how good the two of you are. [he holds up two fingers, alternates them in a little motion.] Please, tell me you're not a virgin.

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[...the silence says everything, but after a couple uncomfortable moments he answers anyway.]

-well, uh. Yeah.

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Oh, man.

[He actually has to pinch the bridge of his nose. This might take some work.]

Okay, then tell me you at least have the common sense to help yourself every now and then.

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Yes? I just don't have any personal experience, okay, I'm not completely clueless.

[He reads, okay, he knows how things work. Mostly.]

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So that's a start. [If nothing else. And he's actually being helpful, here, not just asking these questions to get answers out.] It doesn't help you tune anything out? At all?

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...for a bit, after. I just, uh.

[It's awkward, but he's trying, at least.]

I don't bother that often, it's... kind of difficult when you're worried about your thoughts getting leaked.

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So you just need someone to work you well enough to - you know. Make you not think.

[That always works wonders for him. And sex is always the answer. Always.]

It's either pleasure or pain, I'm just going with my favorite option here.

[He purses out his lower lip and shrugs.]

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...wait, is that an offer, or.

[One eyebrow quirks- he's not sure if this is still in the realm of helpful suggestions, or offers to be helpful.]

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[To which he smirks, slowly, eyes crinkling just slightly at the corners.]

Depends. Are you taking it?

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[That's a really good question. It might be a bad idea, with his particular problem-- or it could turn out to be a pretty good one.]

Depends. Are you okay with potential leaked thoughts? Because I kind of can't promise anything on that front.

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[There's actually a small snort.]

Do I look like I care? Ryan, [he lifts one hand, lets it drop again.] I have no secrets.

[Except if a teacher gets a sample they'll both be in a lot of trouble. But at least that means Petre won't go down alone.

(Ha ha, going down.)]

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[Ryan considers that for a moment- but it's a token thing, honestly. He feels like he should at least pretend he actually needs to think about it before he finally nods.]

...then yeah. Yeah, I'd take you up on that.

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[Oh my God, Ryan. You should've run.]

Really. [He's being so genuine that Petre's wondering if he isn't full of shit instead.] ... You think I'm kidding, don't you.

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[he should have, but he has a chronic case of too much trust and not enough suspicion, and that's not something he really wants to turn down.

--the suggestion definitely puts a bit of a hole in it all, though.]

--are you?

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[He steps forward, slowly, hands idly sitting in his pants pockets.]

Nope.

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[That faintly worried expression falls back into a relieved smile as he matches that movement, taking a step or two of his own. A little hesitant-- he's not quite used to this, not entirely sure how it's supposed to go-- but willing enough.]

...good. I wasn't assuming you were, for the record.

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[Petre thinks he's fucking weird, offering up his virginity like that - either that or a liar. It could be a compliment.]

Give it a couple of days. Tell me how you feel once you've actually thought about it.

I don't want you weeping at my doorstep because I didn't want to cuddle after.

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[Weird isn't too far off-base. Curious might be more like it, but really, either way's probably accurate-- and the suggestion gets another breathless little huff of a laugh.]

Jeez, I'm not that kind of clingy- but alright. I'll get back to you on that.

[Not that he expects the answer to change, but he'll concede that it's probably a good plan.]

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Just think about it this way: I'm not offering because I like you.

[he's offering because he likes sex. Relationships bore him to the core.]

... What happens if someone hears you?

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You just met me, I sort of figured.

[Another brief shrug. He can deal with that, at least for the sake of experimentation; how else is he going to learn?]

And, uh. Depends on who hears, probably? Anything from just embarrassment to-- whatever the staff would do if they found out.