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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[ex_outofcontrol435]

The moneymaker. [Dry, without inflection.] Don't be a pussy. Just take what you deserve for once.

[broil]

I'm getting you back for that, asshole.

[at least it wasn't his nose? He'd look awful with a broken nose.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

An asshole is exactly what you signed up for, too. You should start getting used to it. You didn't pick me because you thought I would back down.

[Fuck, there is something addictive about this. The constant challenge, the oneupmanship, even if his victories are usually smaller and more short-lived. He knows now that outright control of his actions won't happen because that's not at all satisfying for Petre, so the field has been levelled very slightly. And he's getting hooked.]

Let's see what you can do this time.

[broil]

You get front-seat tickets, John. Every time.

[Still covering his eye. Then he shows it to John, like he's the one friend who'll be honest.]

Is it red?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He leans in, examining his work closely.]

Oh yeah. Swollen, too. You're gonna have a shiner for sure.

[broil]

Shit. [he leans back, head tilted back up. God, Petre, it's not like you're bleeding.] I had a date.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He's smiling, but oh, it's edged with uncertainty. That statement has the very strong feeling of a trap.]

A date. Really.

[broil]

He probably won't mind.

[You know him, John. He closes his eyes, nursing the bruise.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

If he's your type? He'll probably love it.

[What is this. Why did it come up, why is it still being discussed.]

[broil]

[SCOFF.]

He's a precious little wallflower. I might just play doctor-patient with him.

Wanna help? You be the nurse.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Oh god, that's what it is. Another attempt to rope him in with someone else. Another angle. Does he ever get any new tricks?]

Guess my answer to that. Wild guess.

[broil]

It's the least you could do! Look at what you it.

[he points. Look at it!]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Best looking thing about you right now. [He snorts, then gives into actual laughter.]

[broil]

Kinky.

[but he feels sexy now, thanks for that.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Shit, what did he just say about Petre's type probably liking it? He'd meant that as an insult, but he left himself wide open.

He does like having left a mark on Petre, though. A burn scar would be preferable, but this'll do. And he won't think about a single implication of that.]

Selective interpretation, too. [Except it's not so scornful this time, more like he's in on the joke. Because that's the best cover he can manage.]

[broil]

Isn't it for everyone?

[What are you even talking about, bro. But at least he's engaging? Make it fun enough and Petre might even pin the blame on someone - thing - else.

But they both know that won't happen.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

No. When someone says you look better with their fist in your face, that's not always a compliment. Sometimes it means they like hitting you.

[broil]

You know - that reminds me of a Portuguese expression.

[No one knows how, but Petre woke up knowing English, Cantonese and Portuguese. In addition to his mother language, Romanian.]

Quanto mais me bates, mais gosto the ti.

'The more you hit me, the more I like you'.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He narrows his eyes at that, an eyebrow shooting up.]

You just made that up. On the spot.

[broil]

[There's a little laugh. It actually sounds genuine.]

Maybe. But I seem to remember it somehow. And it fits, right?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Of course it does. Of course punching you would turn you on. Sick fuck.

[At this point, he almost looks bored. Or he's trying, anyway.]

[broil]

Me? I thought we were discussing what turns you on. Pyromaniac, anyone?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Am I supposed to be embarrassed by that? Fire's in my blood. I can feel it, constantly, like my pulse. Of course it goes up when there's more.

[again, there could easily be a trick here, considering Petre's the only fireproof person in the school. But john still won't pretend like fire doesn't excite him.]

Like it doesn't get you off using people like puppets.

[broil]

Well. [he rolls his eyes to think, pursing his lips to the side] I can use people like puppets to get me off.

[it's true.]

But it's not as much fun when it's you.

[shrug.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I can't burn you to death and you can't fuck me.

[it makes him laugh a little, quietly. Both their mutations fail them on this one.]

Not how you want, anyway. Almost sounds like grounds for a truce.