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.]]

Comments

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--you think they would, for that? I mean. I'm sure they'd do something, but kicking us right out is... a little extreme.

[He's worrying at his lip again, but- shit, they work with teenagers, surely they know it's a risk. They wouldn't. Shouldn't.]

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Hey - who knows, right? I'm sure they've had to do that for a lot less than me screwing around.

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They're still letting John stick around.

[And maybe he hasn't known him long, but he has the feeling the guy's toed the line in ways that beat 'fooling around'. He's got that kind of vibe.]

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[To which Petre smiles knowingly, and then laughs. It almost sounds good-natured, but - it obviously isn't. Not when it's John, not when this is Petre.]

That's true. [A hand goes in his pocket, and he shrugs one shoulder.] Think we could top him? Make school history.

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I don't know if that's the kind of history I really want to make.

[He sounds amused, at least- hell of a way to get kicked out, if it had to happen at all.]

I'm not totally allergic to risk, here, but that type's probably a little much for me.

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Then I'm afraid I may be a little too much for you to handle, honey.

[How's that sound.]

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There's no setting between 'zero' and 'scandalizing the entire school'?

[Because he kind of has a hard time fully believing that.]

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Aim for the stars.

[he shrugs, tilting his head with a that same smile.]

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Keep in mind you're dealing with a virgin, here. I'm not sure just what kind of scandal you think I could even manage.

[That's the kind of question he might be better off without answers to, but he quirks a brow anyway.]

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Well, Ryan - if nothing else, I can promise you I don't do anything half-assed.

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[He pauses there for a moment, before abruptly asking-]

So what exactly are you planning on doing, anyway? I mean, how- no, I know how, mechanically anyway. What should I expect.

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[The sound he produces is a little more dignified than a snort, but the feeling is close enough.]

A good time? Fuck, I don't know. I just do whatever I want.

[Whatever feels right, whatever makes the other enjoy it as much as he does. He can be considerate enough in that department.]

You'd be fucking me, if that's any comfort.

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[The idea of him doing whatever he wants is honestly a little appealing, in ways Ryan isn't really certain of- he shakes it quickly, but a little slips through mentally anyway, just a brief touch of a curious feeling. Nothing with any influence, not the emotion itself, more an impression of it that's almost like a thought.]

I can work with that. Not like I've tried it out, I don't really have a preference one way or the other.

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[a pause.]

I'd tell you what I like and don't like. And I wouldn't be too gentle about it.

If you're sensitive about that shit, you might not want it to be me.

[All warnings, and he's not sure why. Anyone else and he'd take that offer until they chickened out in the heat of the moment.]

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I'd rather have that than no feedback.

[It's not like he's got anything else to go on. Ryan shifts to lean against the wall, arms folded.]

Besides, I want to try it out, and you're the only one who's offered. If I end up not liking it, fine, then I know what I don't want later.

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[Sounds reasonable enough, doesn't it.]

Like I said - think about it for a couple of days. Then get back to me.

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Okay, okay, I will.

[He holds his hands up in a little gesture of surrender, glancing back toward his room; probably not quiet enough over there yet, and so he huffs out a breath and decides to head for the sofa instead.]

Think I'm gonna sleep on it for now though. I'll do the thinking later.

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Be my guest.

[and he gestures to the side, offering him his full permission. Go on, their conversation's run its length anyway.]

Night.

just carrying on here w/e

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[He does wait a couple days, as promised-- running over things in his head again and again, but never really changing his mind. He's too curious for that, unable to let an opportunity go once it's presented itself (it's the only offer he's had, he's got to take it) - and alright, it helps that he's undeniably attracted.

When he finally seeks Petre out it takes a hell of a lot of effort to try to make sure he's not broadcasting anything he doesn't want to be, anything that'll get him caught-- so he's quick about it as he makes his way to the room he'd noted down earlier, knocks a couple times, sends out a tentative thought.]

--hey, are you here?

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[By now his room is being shared with another student - none other than John Allerdyce. When the door opens he's either alone or awake while the other's asleep - either way the way into the bedroom is left small and uninviting, with just a glimpse of Petre's features and his shoulder leaning against the frame.

A pause. He smiles.]

I was starting to wonder if you'd show up.

[Which is a lie. Petre completely forgot about their conversation until about a second ago.]

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Hey, I did tell you I wasn't gonna change my mind.

[Ryan flashes him a small, brief grin, before glancing over his shoulder and down the hallway. Empty for now, at least.]

So- is this a bad time?

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[He gives Ryan a deliberate look, from head to toe, like he's assessing by his body language whether those words really do translate.]

Not here.

[He digs into his pocket, reaches to the side to grab a jacket, then nudges Ryan out of the way to close the door behind him.]

Where do you go when you want it to be quiet?

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[Ryan frowns thoughtfully, hands tucked into his pockets- looking him over briefly while he thinks.]

Usually I either go outside or hang out on one of the couches, but sometimes they leave classrooms unlocked. ...Not sure if any of those would actually be good ideas, though.

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[he's all about bad ideas, Ryan.]

Okay. Let's go find us a classroom.

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...if you're sure. Should, uh, should I grab a blanket or something?

[It's a terrible idea, but- fuck, they both have roommates, there aren't a lot of options here. Besides, who's going to check classrooms now.]