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]

[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.

[broil]

[a sigh.]

That's so boring, John. Let's go back to what we were.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

What we are? At each other's throats all the time, tearing the fucking school apart to try and win whatever the hell this is?

Fine. But you're the one who's too bored by everything you want to actually have it. No more blaming me.

[broil]

I'm only bored by what you want. Don't get things mixed up. [shaking his finger. His eye is pretty swollen by now.]

Do I look sexy yet?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Already blaming me. [a sigh. He'll never get it.

Which the question proves, but it does offer the chance to get a bit more leverage from that punch. He leans close again, skates his thumb lightly over the bruised skin - then pushes down on it, hard.]

Petre. You'll never, ever be sexy to me.