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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[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.]

[broil]

Nope. But one thing - [he puts a finger on Ryan's shoulder -] You wear protection. Every time.

[petre has it with him. So that's taken care of.]

Do you know any kids with psychometry? Might wanna avoid their classes.

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-I figured, I just. Haven't had time to go out.

[He shrugs one shoulder, a bit uncomfortably- honestly, he kind of assumed Petre would have things like that anyway- and gestures for him to follow. Ryan's thoughts after that are distracted; he's busy listening, paying attention to what he can hear and how close.]

All my classes are safe, far as I know. Anything else... we're just gonna have to find out later, I guess.

[broil]

Good.

[leave a little excitement to the thing.]

Questions?

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(yeah, all of them.)

[He has entirely too many questions to know where to start at first- so that takes him a second.]

...how, uh. How d'you want to do this?

[broil]

You have to be a little more specific than that.

And this is about what you want.

[somewhat.]

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[Asking him to be specific just gets a confusing answer, at first: images again, not memories but imagined ones, that blur together and change quickly enough to be difficult to make out. There are flashes in there of clearer things though, fingers pressed into skin, tangling into blond hair.

He's not very good at keeping his mind quiet when he thinks too hard.]

God, I'm not even sure I know what to want yet. Just. Too slow and I'm gonna start overthinking everything, I know that much.

I think what I meant to ask was what I should expect from you.

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[he has to remember to focus on what's ahead when the images flood his mind. Hair, sure. That works. When he answers he decides not to us his voice; tests how far Ryan's power goes when it comes to picking up things from other people's minds.]

Start slow. Just to stimulate you. Make sure you don't get second thoughts. (fingers digging into hair. Brushing, pulling. His lips on Ryan's skin. A sound.) I'll use my hands and mouth. Then we can figure out what's next. What shuts out the noise and what doesn't.

Sound good?

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[It works well enough- it's almost easier for him to 'listen' mentally than it is for him to hear actual words- and once he's picked up those images they're added onto, like he's unconsciously continuing the thought. Lips on skin shift into an eager kiss before it slips back into the thoughts he's not projecting, and the soft sigh he breathes out makes it obvious that method's just a bit more distracting.]

...yeah. Yeah, shouldn't be too hard to just go with that.

[broil]

It's the only time I'll do this to help you.

[then he only cares about getting what he wants.]

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I'm just fine with that.

[It's happening at all, he considers that good enough- and it's way too early to ask if that means this is the only time he ever intends to do this. He doesn't even know yet if he'll want to ask.

Ryan carefully tests the knob of the first room he comes to-- no dice-- and starts moving on to the others, giving each a quick turn.]

[broil]

We'll see.

[he doesn't trust anyone to be as uncaring as he is. And he follows ryan closely behind, hands in his pockets. looks behind and ahead every now and then, making sure the corridors are dark and empty.]

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No, really- I can leave things alone, promise.

[It's not like he hasn't done it before. Of course, those were different situations.

It takes a few, but finally he finds a door someone didn't even bother to close all the way, left almost-but-not-quite latched, and grins back at Petre.]

Looks like we get the math room.

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I hate math. [he pushes the door open for him, lets him step inside first. His hands are in his pockets again when he follows and nudges the door closed with his foot, soft click behind them. He starts to take off his jacket, drops it on the first desk.]

Pick a spot.

[ooc: and if you could move this to a private post I'd appreciate it!]