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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[broil]

[Mean!]

I'm very good. You just won't let me show you.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Nope. But don't stop believing.

[He still wonders why Petre doesn't just force him into it - not like he wants that, but it's the obvious answer. Well, obvious in some ways and unthinkable in others, because that would invalidate the whole thing. John has to come willingly to make it worthwhile at all. Breaking him down is the point.

God, he's rooming with a sick fuck. And it keeps swinging from infuriating to terrifying to thrilling.]

[broil]

[He inches up his shoulders emphatically, lets them drop again.]

You will. [Pause. His lips stretch sweetly.] We've got a whole year ahead of us to get to know one another.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's actually pleasant happenstance that he ends up yawning right at that moment, but he draws it out, makes a real show of it.]

You're a broken record, Petre. All talk and no action, and you won't take action, 'cause that defeats the point of it. It has to be me, right? All me.

And it won't be, no matter how much shit you blame on me. So just do me one favour - make sure I'm asleep before you start jacking off thinking about it.

[broil]

[God, John, so crude. He laughs, a genuine but unpleasant laugh, boyish and in the back of his throat.]

Stand up.

[A sing-song statement, still grinning brightly. To John it should sound like a good idea - the very best idea. It's the right thing to do, not because Petre told him to, but because it's now seeped into his common sense. It's as good as one of his own ideas.

That's how his power works.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[And he does as he's told, as he suddenly wants to do, throwing off the covers and standing between their beds. He has no real concept of what he was planning to do after that, so he just stays there, head cocked curiously down at Petre.]

[broil]

[He clasps his hands, lets them rest on his lap, eyes narrowing as he eyes John critically.]

Now say: 'I'm sorry for telling you what to do, Petre. I keep forgetting that's just silly.'

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I'm sorry for telling you what to do, Petre, I keep forgetting that's just silly.

[He even looks a bit ashamed.]

[broil]

[Petre looks visibly unimpressed, but he seems to let it go, turning to the side with a bored purse of his lips.]

I forgive you.

You can go back to bed now.

[Spell's over.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[John stands there for a moment, confused, then glares fiercely down at Petre. His hands are flexing, as if he'd like to go for his throat again.]

Lies really do get you off, huh.

[broil]

[He isn't smiling anymore. It's his turn to lie down on his side, one arm around the pillow.]

Yeah. Go to sleep before I start jacking off.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I knew it. [His mouth splits into a broad smile.] It's just no fun if you have to make me do anything.

[But he lies down, turns away from Petre again, and closes his eyes. Maybe that's settled the matter for the evening.]

[broil]

[No it isn't, John, and he feels irritated that he got no real enjoyment out of that. So even when he made you bend over to his will, you still won.

Bah.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Still? Even he'll admit that it's his first victory, and he's savouring it.]

Goodnight, Petre.

[Sweetly.]

[broil]

[NOW WHAT DO I DO I DON'T WANT THIS THREAD TO END]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[WE COME UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE FOR THEM TO DO???]

[broil]

[DETENTION]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[I SET THIS UP YOU SET THEM UP IN JOHN'S THREAD AND WE'LL GO GO GO]

[broil]

[DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO oh wait ooc]