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

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Stop -

[His fist comes down hard on the desk, but then he forces himself to stop. Grits his teeth. Anger is just feeding into what he's saying - which is all true, spoken and unspoken.]

- stop talking like you know anything about me. We're not that much alike.

[broil]

Of course we are. Why do you think you hate me so much? You can barely stand being in your own skin most of the time.

[let alone being forced to talk to a reflection.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His breath is coming in short, sharp bursts. Unsteady. This is the moment when he would leave severe scarring on anyone else, or at least blow them into a wall, but that's not an option. He just gets to stew in what Petre's saying.

He glances at the clock on the wall. Somehow, he can't tell if time flew past or dragged. Maybe both.]

Ten more minutes.

[broil]

[He leans his face on a closed hand. Eyes on John.]

Can't wait to run away with your tail between your legs.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Petre. For ten minutes. Just shut up.

[broil]

Not a no.

[but this is.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

And get your mind off what's between my legs.

[Cheap shot. But yeah, he does want to escape. With every fiber of his being.]

[broil]

[And he laughs. Back to square one.]

I wasn't even thinking of that.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

For once.

[everything is circular with them. It works fine for john, as long as the only other option is advancing on petre's terms.]

You going back to the room after this?

[broil]

Of course not. I told you I've got a date.

[he could take him back to their room, but he never does that.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Most of the shit you say is just to get a rise out of me, why would I believe that one?

Poor son of a birch.

[broil]

[His ring finger goes into his mouth. He bites down on it idly, without force, then lets go.]

It'll be nice. He's a nice guy. Likes nice things.

[Unlike you.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[What is he even - jesus. John looks directly forward again.]

And he's getting you. See why I pity him?

[broil]

[a shrug.]

I can be nice. I can be anything.

[Which means he's... nothing. But that's an issue he doesn't think about.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Petre, you know who else says they can be anything you want them to be?

[broil]

[He narrows his eyes, leg shifting just slightly. Maybe it's his own turn to display some impatience now, teeth digging into that finger thoughtfully.]

Hookers?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Bingo. And not just the ones with syphilis. It's pretty standard.

[God, he's laughing so hard he can barely breathe.]

[broil]

Was that meant as an offense? Hookers are smart enough to have sex for money, John. You of all people should appreciate them for that.

[Petre just does it for the pleasure.

Then he widens his eyes and opens his mouth, pointing back at him.]

That's what's missing.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[okay, the insult is pretty standard, but that look afterwards gets him.]

What.

[broil]

No. I'm actually not telling you.

[He relaxes back into his seat, still looking so gosh darn satisfied with himself.]

It's going to be a surprise.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

What the fuck are you talking about, you obnoxious asshole.

... if you leave a hooker in my bed or something, a knife in the ribs'll work just as well as fire for me.

[broil]

[This time what he does is nothing short of barking a laugh.]

I could get away with a lot of things, John, but inviting a hooker into school grounds would just -

[Wait.]

Russian bride. I could tell them she's my cousin. [And with his best Eastern European accent:] Mister John, I have been sent to pleasure you.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Okay, now he's laughing too. That strange, almost companiable laughter they sometimes share for a few seconds.]

Look, I don't put anything past you, alright?

[broil]

Good. [he palms his chest, like that was a genuinely touching compliment. Which it was] I'd be offended if you did.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[God, that's something he can actually hear himself saying in response to the same comment. He's smiling, genuine and almost warm, before he can stop himself.

And then there's a teacher poking his head in, getting one look at Petre and telling him to get to the infirmary or the kitchen for some ice. John is in no way excused, and the teacher stays in the room, making it clear that another lecture is imminent.]