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[He's not sure how to respond to any of that, from moving close to the thoughtful, almost sweet gesture of taking his glasses off for him, those thoughts; at first Ryan seems almost frozen in bewilderment, busy coming to terms with the idea that yes, this might actually happen. That he doesn't need to keep telling himself it's not possible.
Ryan finally sets a hesitant hand on his shoulder, right up against the inner curve of it- then tilts it up, long fingers splayed broadly over the side of his neck.]
John-
[That's all he manages. Confusion and affection are both wrapped into that single thought, and in place of saying anything else-- he leans in to press a kiss to John's lips, gentle, inquisitive, like he's not yet sure he's really allowed to do this.]
Ryan finally sets a hesitant hand on his shoulder, right up against the inner curve of it- then tilts it up, long fingers splayed broadly over the side of his neck.]
John-
[That's all he manages. Confusion and affection are both wrapped into that single thought, and in place of saying anything else-- he leans in to press a kiss to John's lips, gentle, inquisitive, like he's not yet sure he's really allowed to do this.]
[ it's almost unpleasant on his end. he pulled his hand back and he's tired. a little drained - a more than he took from petre to begin with. not enough to harm but enough that it's tiring. he's not the most fueled right now. he inhales a breath and holds it because petre's clenching his shirt. wanting more. he understands.
it's addicting. it's his ability for so long that he has some control. some. for someone new it might be too much, he thinks. but harry doesn't comply with moderation. harry tilts his chin up, understanding. ]
So give me more. [ give and take. give him something. that's how he works. he's not free. ]
it's addicting. it's his ability for so long that he has some control. some. for someone new it might be too much, he thinks. but harry doesn't comply with moderation. harry tilts his chin up, understanding. ]
So give me more. [ give and take. give him something. that's how he works. he's not free. ]
[Start soft. He had a feeling.
But even before that, the hand on his neck makes him shiver, because Ryan's hands are huge against his body and somehow he never considered that factor. Ryan's nearly a foot taller than him, of course his extremities would also be larger, but the reality of that doesn't really hit home until he feels that Ryan could very nearly touch the tips of thumb and middle finger around John's neck.
With that rather grim (and strangely exciting) thought in his mind, he leans right into Ryan's kiss, hovering over him for once because Ryan's seated and he's still up on his knees - he seems eager enough, but as soon as it becomes clear that he intends to continue what Ryan started, the problem also becomes clear.]
(I should touch him. Where? His hair? It'll pull if I try to get my fingers right in it, kinda doubt that's his thing. His neck? He's got his hand on my neck. Where do I put my hands? Girls have obvious fucking spots to hold, this is - there's no way he's going for tongue first, I should - ugh, this angle is stupid, I'm too far away, fuck -)
[And on and on it goes.]
But even before that, the hand on his neck makes him shiver, because Ryan's hands are huge against his body and somehow he never considered that factor. Ryan's nearly a foot taller than him, of course his extremities would also be larger, but the reality of that doesn't really hit home until he feels that Ryan could very nearly touch the tips of thumb and middle finger around John's neck.
With that rather grim (and strangely exciting) thought in his mind, he leans right into Ryan's kiss, hovering over him for once because Ryan's seated and he's still up on his knees - he seems eager enough, but as soon as it becomes clear that he intends to continue what Ryan started, the problem also becomes clear.]
(I should touch him. Where? His hair? It'll pull if I try to get my fingers right in it, kinda doubt that's his thing. His neck? He's got his hand on my neck. Where do I put my hands? Girls have obvious fucking spots to hold, this is - there's no way he's going for tongue first, I should - ugh, this angle is stupid, I'm too far away, fuck -)
[And on and on it goes.]
[Of course it's addicting, of course he wants more. He's all about having his every whim satisfied, even if it's the exact opposite of what he wanted just a second prior. Still so many things come to him as a novel experience, as a first time, and Petre considers himself lucky for it. What other grownup human being gets to enjoy everything and anything the world has to offer from scratch?
But Harry has wants, too. That much is made obvious by the way his eyes look straight up at him and don't relent.]
What - [A lopsided grin, breath escaping in what sounds like a laugh,] Money? Drugs? [Without skipping a beat, his grin widens to show more teeth, smile in his eyes.] A blow job?
But Harry has wants, too. That much is made obvious by the way his eyes look straight up at him and don't relent.]
What - [A lopsided grin, breath escaping in what sounds like a laugh,] Money? Drugs? [Without skipping a beat, his grin widens to show more teeth, smile in his eyes.] A blow job?
[That stream of thoughts is almost overwhelming at first, with the way he's still caught up in the wonder of this happening at all-- but then Ryan grins against his lips, laughs softly in a way that's very clearly not meant to be at him.]
Here.
[Ryan takes one of his hands, lifts it to the back of his own neck-] Like this, [he thinks in a near-murmur, with a brief image flickering across unbidden. Fingers in his hair- yes, he's fine with some pulling, if that's any indication. John's other hand is guided down to his waist before Ryan shifts his own free hand to John's hip, giving a light, leading tug.]
C'mere, you're gonna kill your neck kneeling up like that. Just get comfortable.
[On his lap, obviously.]
Here.
[Ryan takes one of his hands, lifts it to the back of his own neck-] Like this, [he thinks in a near-murmur, with a brief image flickering across unbidden. Fingers in his hair- yes, he's fine with some pulling, if that's any indication. John's other hand is guided down to his waist before Ryan shifts his own free hand to John's hip, giving a light, leading tug.]
C'mere, you're gonna kill your neck kneeling up like that. Just get comfortable.
[On his lap, obviously.]
[Shit, fuck, how much did he hear -
- pretty much everything by the sounds of it, by that laugh, and John doesn't even remember half of what he was thinking. His first reaction is embarrassed anger, but then Ryan's just guiding his hands into the right positions. Patient. Gentle. No expectations to be met here, no levels of readiness; he just has to be willing and Ryan will make up for the rest.
It's still unsettling, hard to trust because there must be a catch, but John lets his hands be guided. Curls his fingers lightly into the hair at the back of Ryan's neck, just the barest hint of a grip for now. Uncertainty flickers anew in his eyes when Ryan obviously tries to lead him into straddling his lap, but he shifts forward just as willingly and settles there. Slowly, as an experiment, he starts to slide the hand on Ryan's waist up and down his side.
And then it's his turn to kiss, anchored more solidly and with some idea of what he's doing. Just as he thought about earlier, he's the first to brush his tongue along Ryan's lower lip, nudging lightly before taking it between his own lips and sucking it against his teeth; no bite, just the suggestion that it could happen.
He knows how to kiss. What's the problem here? He can do this.]
- pretty much everything by the sounds of it, by that laugh, and John doesn't even remember half of what he was thinking. His first reaction is embarrassed anger, but then Ryan's just guiding his hands into the right positions. Patient. Gentle. No expectations to be met here, no levels of readiness; he just has to be willing and Ryan will make up for the rest.
It's still unsettling, hard to trust because there must be a catch, but John lets his hands be guided. Curls his fingers lightly into the hair at the back of Ryan's neck, just the barest hint of a grip for now. Uncertainty flickers anew in his eyes when Ryan obviously tries to lead him into straddling his lap, but he shifts forward just as willingly and settles there. Slowly, as an experiment, he starts to slide the hand on Ryan's waist up and down his side.
And then it's his turn to kiss, anchored more solidly and with some idea of what he's doing. Just as he thought about earlier, he's the first to brush his tongue along Ryan's lower lip, nudging lightly before taking it between his own lips and sucking it against his teeth; no bite, just the suggestion that it could happen.
He knows how to kiss. What's the problem here? He can do this.]
[He keeps taking it slow, keeps himself from reaching out to pull John closer to him like he wants to do the second he's in Ryan's lap-- instead he just lets him settle, sighs against his mouth to show his approval at the way John's hand moves.
Then he's kissing more firmly, licking and sucking at his lip, and for a moment Ryan completely forgets he's trying to ease him into this. He leans back just slightly, just enough so that it'll tug a little when he does.]
(just like that- harder-)
[When he leans back in it's with a firmer press against John's mouth, a nip at his lip to return the favor and show him that yes, he's into that, that's good. Ryan's arm wraps around him to pull him close, the hand at his neck practically clinging rather than simply staying settled.]
Then he's kissing more firmly, licking and sucking at his lip, and for a moment Ryan completely forgets he's trying to ease him into this. He leans back just slightly, just enough so that it'll tug a little when he does.]
(just like that- harder-)
[When he leans back in it's with a firmer press against John's mouth, a nip at his lip to return the favor and show him that yes, he's into that, that's good. Ryan's arm wraps around him to pull him close, the hand at his neck practically clinging rather than simply staying settled.]
[That's a clear signal if he ever got one, even before the thought - harder, such a raw and demanding thought that John shivers again simply because it's coming from Ryan. There's the rough side, the aggression that flashes up now and then. He's about to comply when Ryan gets his teeth into John's own lip and he moans instantly, almost in spite of himself, head tilting and mouth opening fully to lick into Ryan's.
He's starting to lose himself in it. Ryan is all around him, long arms and firm grip, the scent of him (something vaguely fruity - that's not his shampoo, is it?) and the taste (also sweet, like he had dessert, John has no taste for sweets but no problem sucking that taste from Ryan's tongue) and the warmth of their bodies pressed close together; most of that warmth is his own, he knows, but he always seems to feel it reflected back against the heat of another. An idea of how flushed he feels to others.
The hand at Ryan's side, small and warm, pushes up his shirt just a little to seek out bare skin and press his fingertips eagerly into it. No pressure, no expectation. No manipulation. He wants to, so he is. It's so much easier.]
He's starting to lose himself in it. Ryan is all around him, long arms and firm grip, the scent of him (something vaguely fruity - that's not his shampoo, is it?) and the taste (also sweet, like he had dessert, John has no taste for sweets but no problem sucking that taste from Ryan's tongue) and the warmth of their bodies pressed close together; most of that warmth is his own, he knows, but he always seems to feel it reflected back against the heat of another. An idea of how flushed he feels to others.
The hand at Ryan's side, small and warm, pushes up his shirt just a little to seek out bare skin and press his fingertips eagerly into it. No pressure, no expectation. No manipulation. He wants to, so he is. It's so much easier.]
[It's hard not to just give in instantly when he's wanted this even more since John admitted to what happened with Petre-- and so he doesn't bother trying. Ryan's fairly resolute in not pushing this, not pushing anything on him, but he's eager and willing to carry on anything that John starts. His own end of the kiss still has that curious, inquisitive touch to it, the only thing keeping it from feeling hungry- instead it's probing, sweeping, intent on getting a taste of everything he has to offer.]
God, you're warm.
[It's an idle, almost dizzy thought. For once, Ryan isn't bleeding thoughts out of his mind like it's a sieve, projecting nothing but a soft, pleased buzz of contentment as he all but melts into John's touch, presses against him.]
God, you're warm.
[It's an idle, almost dizzy thought. For once, Ryan isn't bleeding thoughts out of his mind like it's a sieve, projecting nothing but a soft, pleased buzz of contentment as he all but melts into John's touch, presses against him.]
Just 'cause I don't make it myself doesn't mean it's not in there.
[Heat, constant awareness of heat, taking in and cataloguing like a computer and occasionally tempting him so greatly that something ends up on fire. Leaking from his pores when he can't use it to his advantage, a light sheen of sweat so often on his brow. John's entire being is heat.
And right now he feels hotter than ever. It's not something he would've expected when he first met Ryan, when someone crept into his thoughts and disturbed his attempted relaxation, but the sparks began to show early and a spark is all he needs. His fingertips press even harder, just enough for a bite of fingernails, and he finally gives Ryan's hair a tug at the same time to tilt his head back so that he can kiss him more thoroughly. His body's starting to move, just the subtlest shifting but something Ryan will likely pick up on, as attuned as he must be to this situation he thought would never happen - his hips are rolling forward, the position making it so natural that he doesn't even notice.]
[Heat, constant awareness of heat, taking in and cataloguing like a computer and occasionally tempting him so greatly that something ends up on fire. Leaking from his pores when he can't use it to his advantage, a light sheen of sweat so often on his brow. John's entire being is heat.
And right now he feels hotter than ever. It's not something he would've expected when he first met Ryan, when someone crept into his thoughts and disturbed his attempted relaxation, but the sparks began to show early and a spark is all he needs. His fingertips press even harder, just enough for a bite of fingernails, and he finally gives Ryan's hair a tug at the same time to tilt his head back so that he can kiss him more thoroughly. His body's starting to move, just the subtlest shifting but something Ryan will likely pick up on, as attuned as he must be to this situation he thought would never happen - his hips are rolling forward, the position making it so natural that he doesn't even notice.]
Really? That's interesting.
[ A mute that found probably the best way to get around it ever. Maybe abilities form based on actual needs? and the next thoughts are again, in another language once he catches them. definitely trying to keep that up. it's harder than he thought but he thinks it'll be funner for ryan to not know EVERYTHING for once if he can keep switching it. ]
That must get annoying. Everyone always asking.
[ he gives a little smile back and eyes the hand. there's a line of thought that's impossible to follow without proper translating. then he's thinking A LOT the second he's holding his hand and shaking it. where everything was rather slow before - normal tired thoughts, his mind speeds up and starts buzzing around with a million of them. rapid quick fire. Like a shot of espresso. Hellooo Ryan.
he straightens himself out and pulls his hand back a little too quickly, careful not to let it linger but long enough that he definitely feels far better than he was now. ]
I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, Ryan.
[ A mute that found probably the best way to get around it ever. Maybe abilities form based on actual needs? and the next thoughts are again, in another language once he catches them. definitely trying to keep that up. it's harder than he thought but he thinks it'll be funner for ryan to not know EVERYTHING for once if he can keep switching it. ]
That must get annoying. Everyone always asking.
[ he gives a little smile back and eyes the hand. there's a line of thought that's impossible to follow without proper translating. then he's thinking A LOT the second he's holding his hand and shaking it. where everything was rather slow before - normal tired thoughts, his mind speeds up and starts buzzing around with a million of them. rapid quick fire. Like a shot of espresso. Hellooo Ryan.
he straightens himself out and pulls his hand back a little too quickly, careful not to let it linger but long enough that he definitely feels far better than he was now. ]
I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, Ryan.
[ he does mind. he minds a lot. the energy he's getting is not good for him. it makes him feel sick. his smile falters and the handshake is shorter than it should be now. ]
So what brings you across the globe?
[ while he tiredly sinks back into the couch. ugh. no. micchy you poor soul. ]
So what brings you across the globe?
[ while he tiredly sinks back into the couch. ugh. no. micchy you poor soul. ]
[He sits down too. ... Huh. That's weird. He doesn't feel that great either. He'll have to... ask a teacher or something.]
Well... my family wasn't exactly pleased when they found out I had a mutation. They thought I might, but they couldn't be sure until it happened.
['Control it. Get a handle on it. Use it.']
Well... my family wasn't exactly pleased when they found out I had a mutation. They thought I might, but they couldn't be sure until it happened.
['Control it. Get a handle on it. Use it.']
I already have those first two.
[ so that leaves the last one. but that wouldn't be enough. he's looking petre over. a moment. there's not enough energy between them if he's going to be giving back here. he wants. petre wants.
his hand goes out and he's grabbing a lamp in the room. not by the bulb - he's not resistant to burns - but the bulb goes out. dead. it's still early enough that the place isn't going to be pitch black if he just drained a source of light. but he needed it.
needed it because he's going to pass it over to petre now in exchange for his own energy so he doesn't pass out but he gets that ecstacy and petre gets more. a charge and something to pass around.
and how he takes it is grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him into a kiss. and it's a zap. a straight electrical surge because of where the energy came from. a snort of cocaine maybe. a lightbulb gone off in the brain.
what harry wants is intimacy. contact. all the contact. give that and you get. ]
[ so that leaves the last one. but that wouldn't be enough. he's looking petre over. a moment. there's not enough energy between them if he's going to be giving back here. he wants. petre wants.
his hand goes out and he's grabbing a lamp in the room. not by the bulb - he's not resistant to burns - but the bulb goes out. dead. it's still early enough that the place isn't going to be pitch black if he just drained a source of light. but he needed it.
needed it because he's going to pass it over to petre now in exchange for his own energy so he doesn't pass out but he gets that ecstacy and petre gets more. a charge and something to pass around.
and how he takes it is grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him into a kiss. and it's a zap. a straight electrical surge because of where the energy came from. a snort of cocaine maybe. a lightbulb gone off in the brain.
what harry wants is intimacy. contact. all the contact. give that and you get. ]
[He narrows his eyes after Harry's answer, almost wondering if he's serious. Not a lot of the boys or girls around here are so willing to be open about what they want, least of all when it comes to sex, not unless Petre pushes and shoves them into giving him what he wants. And the fact that they look so alike - wouldn't that be disconcerting to most? They'd be afraid of being seen as some kind of narcissistic egomaniac. Accused. Mocked.
Petre isn't one of them, and apparently neither is Harry, so the game of gay chicken is over before it even begins. The light's out and they're pressed together, a jerk and a shiver shooting right through Petre's body like some sort of metaphorical, instantaneous climax.
The moan he releases is half-deliberate and half-involuntary, hands lifting for a moment of pause before they're grabbing Harry by his nape, then digging into his hair. Ugh - where the fuck has this guy been all this time? He's a walking, talking drug. He's never experienced anything like this, and he wants it until it wears him out, even - especially - if it wears him out. Even being drained proved to be an enjoyable experience once his energy was placed back in its place, even more intensely than the surge he was given.]
Fuck, [A hiss more than a whisper, eyes closed when his mouth hangs open over Harry's to breathe. He's trembling, he can feel it, feet grounded to the floor and head in the clouds.] Is this how you feel all the time?
Petre isn't one of them, and apparently neither is Harry, so the game of gay chicken is over before it even begins. The light's out and they're pressed together, a jerk and a shiver shooting right through Petre's body like some sort of metaphorical, instantaneous climax.
The moan he releases is half-deliberate and half-involuntary, hands lifting for a moment of pause before they're grabbing Harry by his nape, then digging into his hair. Ugh - where the fuck has this guy been all this time? He's a walking, talking drug. He's never experienced anything like this, and he wants it until it wears him out, even - especially - if it wears him out. Even being drained proved to be an enjoyable experience once his energy was placed back in its place, even more intensely than the surge he was given.]
Fuck, [A hiss more than a whisper, eyes closed when his mouth hangs open over Harry's to breathe. He's trembling, he can feel it, feet grounded to the floor and head in the clouds.] Is this how you feel all the time?
[That bite of fingernails, the tug at his hair- both draw little gasps from him against John's open mouth, make him shift back against his body in the same way. The heat's an infectious thing, makes Ryan feel almost like it's flooding right into him through the kiss and their closeness, warming him in the same way it keeps John running hot.]
-d'you have any idea how much I wanted you?
[Almost rhetorical, with a dizzily lightheaded feel to it that makes it feel like it could have been an unintentional thought, if it weren't obviously meant for him to hear. He's pulling John close, breaking the kiss so he can mouth at his neck instead.]
-d'you have any idea how much I wanted you?
[Almost rhetorical, with a dizzily lightheaded feel to it that makes it feel like it could have been an unintentional thought, if it weren't obviously meant for him to hear. He's pulling John close, breaking the kiss so he can mouth at his neck instead.]
[When Ryan starts to push back against his thrusts, he finally notices them, and there's just a brief pause while he processes the unconscious reaction - then there's that wonderful thought, food for his already massive ego, two years without a partner in this fucking school and someone wanted him. Not in a sick, controlling way like Petre, but him, the person he actually is.
By the time Ryan's mouth makes it to his neck, he's gone. Actually bucking into Ryan's lap, long moans necessitating a fist jammed into his mouth to keep them from carrying through the walls or out the door.
don't stop don't stop ryan right there bite suck anything don't stop]
By the time Ryan's mouth makes it to his neck, he's gone. Actually bucking into Ryan's lap, long moans necessitating a fist jammed into his mouth to keep them from carrying through the walls or out the door.
don't stop don't stop ryan right there bite suck anything don't stop]
[There's no way Ryan could tell him no, not with him practically begging for it, with the way John's hips are moving against him-- a soft little sound escapes him as he lets his teeth graze the sensitive skin of John's neck, his tongue tracing over the spot before he gives it a firm (but not hard bite.]
-like that?
[His hands, meanwhile, are slipping beneath John's shirt, smoothing along his sides to mirror what he'd done to Ryan earlier; there's just a faint little graze of nails, like he'd used, but from Ryan it's a little more tentative.]
-like that?
[His hands, meanwhile, are slipping beneath John's shirt, smoothing along his sides to mirror what he'd done to Ryan earlier; there's just a faint little graze of nails, like he'd used, but from Ryan it's a little more tentative.]
[The way he whimpers around that fist in his mouth, more breath than vocalization and much more high pitched than one would suspect him capable of, probably answers that question; if not, he also cranes his neck sharply to the side to expose as much as he can to Ryan's mouth, so that's a definite yes.
The light little touch on his sides makes him grin, though, and he gives his poor finger a break to let out a laugh.]
You're not gonna hurt me. [Far too many layers of meaning to that statement, aren't there.] And if you do, all the better.
The light little touch on his sides makes him grin, though, and he gives his poor finger a break to let out a laugh.]
You're not gonna hurt me. [Far too many layers of meaning to that statement, aren't there.] And if you do, all the better.
I don't want to hurt you.
[There's a fierceness to the thought that's incredibly rare in Ryan's mind, more clarity to it than the warm, pleased ones he's been sending so far-- and, ironically enough, his protest does make his nails dig into John's skin as his grip on him reflexively tightens. He leans back when he sends it, green eyes fixed on John's dark ones.
He'd never noticed they were blue before, and his intent expression softens a little at the discovery.]
I won't. Swear to god, John, I won't.
[There's a fierceness to the thought that's incredibly rare in Ryan's mind, more clarity to it than the warm, pleased ones he's been sending so far-- and, ironically enough, his protest does make his nails dig into John's skin as his grip on him reflexively tightens. He leans back when he sends it, green eyes fixed on John's dark ones.
He'd never noticed they were blue before, and his intent expression softens a little at the discovery.]
I won't. Swear to god, John, I won't.
[Oh god, no, he can't take that. He can't take earnest promises, people swearing up and down about things they can't control. Everyone hurts everyone, the simple fact that kept John isolated for so long - the only way to win was, and is, not to play. Now he's set up cravings that get past all his good sense, simply by letting his guard down for a second too long with all the wrong people (wrong for very different reasons, but still wrong), and those promises are so much more dangerous than any assertion that John is special or needed.
Believing a promise makes him much more vulnerable than believing a lie.]
Don't - don't - this is so fucking perfect, Ryan, don't ruin this now -
Believing a promise makes him much more vulnerable than believing a lie.]
Don't - don't - this is so fucking perfect, Ryan, don't ruin this now -
[The flicker of hesitation says it all. That was too far, wasn't it-- god, it's the first time they've kissed, the first time John's actually given in to whatever attraction might be there (that Ryan hopes is there, what if this is just experimenting too) and he can't help but back off.
He almost does physically as well, but part of that thought's sticking with him-- this is so fucking perfect-- so Ryan doesn't let go, just leans back in to catch his mouth in another needy kiss. There aren't any words in his thoughts, just that want- and a lingering touch of something almost guilty, sort of apologetic.]
He almost does physically as well, but part of that thought's sticking with him-- this is so fucking perfect-- so Ryan doesn't let go, just leans back in to catch his mouth in another needy kiss. There aren't any words in his thoughts, just that want- and a lingering touch of something almost guilty, sort of apologetic.]
[After the New York trip with John, Petre kept his promise and took all the blame. He's serious about those promises, the same way the faculty is serious about laying out his punishment. Suspended from classes for two weeks, forced to work around the institute for a lot longer than that, and not going anywhere outside the institute until the end of the school year. He's either locked up in his room and not allowed to go anywhere without supervision or stuck outside doing some hardcore gardening.
If you catch him around the first week, you'll find him chewing gum (can't smoke when they're watching you closely) and staring at the tools like a dog that's been instructed to learn how to use a computer. Eventually he'll stop doing that and actually work.]
If you catch him around the first week, you'll find him chewing gum (can't smoke when they're watching you closely) and staring at the tools like a dog that's been instructed to learn how to use a computer. Eventually he'll stop doing that and actually work.]
[ so there is one (1) harry osborn adjusting his sunglasses and strolling on over. LOVELY DAY FEELING GREAT LOOKING GREAT.
he's going to hover a little, watching petre with a curious look. this is how they do punishments for sneaking to new york with john? (he could've shown them a seriously good time if invited but whatever he just met them. no fucks given.) ]
You look super lost.
[ ...not that...he would know anything about gardening either. he'd be lost too. ]
he's going to hover a little, watching petre with a curious look. this is how they do punishments for sneaking to new york with john? (he could've shown them a seriously good time if invited but whatever he just met them. no fucks given.) ]
You look super lost.
[ ...not that...he would know anything about gardening either. he'd be lost too. ]
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