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]

[He turns to the side, now, closes his hand into a fist and leans his temple against it.]

And you'd be the one leading it?

[He's smiling, but he shouldn't be mocking John. Not openly, at least, because revolutions scream chaos and he's all about that shit.

Hell, he'd even follow him into one if it proved to be fun enough.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He should've known this was leading up to a punchline. Asshole. He's reading that smile, that posture, as completely mocking, and his own face hardens into a smooth mask of indifference.]

Yeah, I'll lead it. And you'll be the first one against the wall.

[Sharing time's over. He's tuned back into the TV.]

[broil]

[as distracted as John is, Petre takes the shot and brushes a finger under his chin.]

Promise?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Damnit, he can't help it - he jerks his face away immediately, just like he jerked his hand away. That's never going to stop if he keeps reacting so strongly, but he really cannot stop himself.]

Why d'you feel the need to do that shit? [Bored again. Lazy. Ignore that it freaked him out for a second.]

[broil]

I don't feel any need, Johnny, you just make it really easy. How am I supposed to resist?

[smiles sweetly.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You just warp everything I say. Anyone else would've thought firing squad.

[That smile always elicits the same reaction. Clenched teeth, jaw rigid and stiff, trying to keep from grinding them to powder. Even for the most deeply cynical person, like him, it'd be so easy to believe in; this guy's a fucking illusionist, even without the necessary telepathy, and he needs to stay away.]

John. [He's determined it'll be the last thing he says in this conversation, and he knows that just means that Petre will pick the perfect thing to drag him back into it again.]

[broil]

Well, I'm not just anyone, am I.

[is he, John? Don't break his heart.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

No. You're not. [Flatly.] You are actually the most obnoxious asshole on the face of the planet. I don't even need to meet any other obnoxious assholes to know.

Want a crown?

[broil]

[you are my sunshine my only sunshine]

It's only because I like you so much, Johnny.

[... and it's true, to an extent. If he didn't care about John, he just wouldn't exist.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

And I know that one's bullshit, so don't even bother. You just like pissing me off. But you're gonna get boring, and we're both gonna get bored, and praise the day when that happens because you'll finally leave me alone.

[Damnit, why does he actually want this fucked up mess to work as a friendship sometimes? He's still somewhat invested in his own way, which is probably obvious by the fact that he hasn't just gotten up and left. The truth is that enjoyment of pissing him off is actually the best attention he gets around here, compared to either condescending disappointment or self-righteous indignance.]

[broil]

I'm never boring, [hah!] And I hope you never are, either. Who would I talk to when I'm skipping class? It'd be a tragic life without you in it, Johnny.

[he knits his brows, brings a hand to his own chest.]

Johnny, don't leave me.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's all a show, but he plays along for now, eyebrows going up haughtily.]

Don't turn me in. Ever again. Then I'll consider it.

[broil]

[Woops. too late, John, he and Meadow already got something cooking up.]

Then don't make it so easy for me.

[It's all on you, obviously.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Like I could ever make it hard for you to screw someone over.

[Petre loves it, lives for it, he's figured that much out. Takes one to know one. The only difference is that John makes the trouble while Petre benefits from it, and there's no such thing as enough stealth to get past him.]

Guess it's no deal, then.

[broil]

Guess I'll just have to follow you around like a puppy, then.

[he's just as cute as one, isn't he? Yes.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

... that is really, really pathetic. Can't you make actual friends?

[Look. Who's. Talking.]

[broil]

Of course I can. It's the challenge of getting to you that I'm into.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You existing works pretty well so far, so don't strain yourself so hard.

[broil]

Okay, baby. Whatever you say, sweetie.

[strokes his arm with a finger.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Oh god, the shudder goes right down to his bones, but he just manages to avoid slapping Petre's hand away. Don't react, maybe it'll stop.]

And if you stick to the same tricks forever, you really will get boring.

[broil]

This part isn't a trick.

[and he isn't smiling when he says that, eyes locked on him.

Is this?]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His face hardens, dark and grim.]

Then you'd better work on your scenting, pup, because this is really the wrong tree.

[broil]

[and the smile's back.]

Haven't you heard? I can be pretty fucking persuasive.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

No one's that persuasive.

[He throws out his arms in irritation, already breaking his oath to look like he doesn't care. Again. God, no one has ever been so annoying.]

Again, I'm sure there's someone in this shithole with bad enough taste to go for all the - whatever you have to offer. Probably more satisfying than a pointless chase.

[broil]

[uh-huh. He narrows his eyes, pretends he's thinking hard and deep about it, now.]

You mean like Ryan?

[Eyes back on John.]