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[Otoha wanders over. Oh. Right. That's why. He looks down at Petre and smirks slightly.]
Those weeds aren't going to pull out on their own.
[He doesn't agree with the punishment, but it's not his call. Unfortunately.]
Those weeds aren't going to pull out on their own.
[He doesn't agree with the punishment, but it's not his call. Unfortunately.]
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not true.
[Come on kid. He doesn't like this either.]
[Come on kid. He doesn't like this either.]
Of course, I can.
[ he flashes a smile then glances over at the teacher - who is temporarily distracted by something. harry moves next to petre and takes a hold of his hand. draining. he's pointing at something in the garden. ]
You're terribly allergic to that flower right there. Look how sick it made you. All you need to do is go tell your supervisor and make sure to sneeze.
[ he flashes a smile then glances over at the teacher - who is temporarily distracted by something. harry moves next to petre and takes a hold of his hand. draining. he's pointing at something in the garden. ]
You're terribly allergic to that flower right there. Look how sick it made you. All you need to do is go tell your supervisor and make sure to sneeze.
[Petre reacts like he doesn't know what's coming when Harry reaches for his hand, eyes pressing tightly because he's forgotten just how strange it feels. This part's unpleasant, and he reminds himself it's the aftermath he liked, making an effort not to just snatch his hand back like his instinct is telling him to do.]
And then they - [Ugh. Blood pressure.] Stick me with a couple of pills and I'm knocked out for the rest of the day.
[He opens his eyes again, takes a breath.]
Tell me you've got a better plan than that.
And then they - [Ugh. Blood pressure.] Stick me with a couple of pills and I'm knocked out for the rest of the day.
[He opens his eyes again, takes a breath.]
Tell me you've got a better plan than that.
[Depends on the subject.]
You're supposed to be working, not thinking. Or at least thinking about what you did wrong.
[It is not s convinced tone, though.]
You're supposed to be working, not thinking. Or at least thinking about what you did wrong.
[It is not s convinced tone, though.]
[ he doesn't let go yet. he's going to make it stick this time. leave him with it until harry gives it back. it has to be convincing. he has to be sick when they check. ]
Please. [ a roll of the eyes ] Like I can't work around pills. Don't insult me, Petre. I'll come find you right after.
Please. [ a roll of the eyes ] Like I can't work around pills. Don't insult me, Petre. I'll come find you right after.
True. I'm sure they'll come up with something else for you.
Repainting the walls, cleaning the toilets... stuff like that.
[Awfully generous of him, which is enough reason to make Petre suspicious. His eyes would be narrowed if he didn't look outright exhausted, lines deeper on his features, lips parted because breathing through his nose suddenly isn't enough. He's probably more pale, too. And he thought he'd finally catch some sunlight and get that elusive tan everyone loves so much.]
And what happens right after that?
And what happens right after that?
Do we even have a mascot? ... But yeah. I don't know, I used to get out of trouble all the time.
[Yes. That's what he needs, the want, the desperation - not promises of care and protection. He starts rocking his hips forward again, more pointedly this time, making his intention and desire clear with the press of a burgeoning erection against Ryan's thigh. For once, he's unequivocally enjoying this, and he doesn't want that changing. He wants to get as much from this as he can.
He wants to feel every single bit of how much Ryan wanted - and wants - him.]
He wants to feel every single bit of how much Ryan wanted - and wants - him.]
[No, he didn't. Petre is deliberately letting that slide because getting upset wouldn't earn him much at this point. Instead he decides to think ahead. Trust that whatever Harry shows him later will be worth the trouble.
If not, he has his own way of making sure the mistake isn't repeated.]
Right. Whatever.
[A skeptical echo of Harry's answer, because the first and last time they hung out Petre sucked him off just to get high on his power. He's guessing Harry's come to him for an encore.
Whatever. As long as it's fun.
He drops the tool heavily on the ground and forces himself back up on his feet. Suddenly standing upright feels like he just climbed to the rooftop of a building, but vertigo's never been a problem for him. To the supervisor he goes, and the lie is cleverly spun. In about thirty eight minutes he'll be in his room about to black out completely.]
If not, he has his own way of making sure the mistake isn't repeated.]
Right. Whatever.
[A skeptical echo of Harry's answer, because the first and last time they hung out Petre sucked him off just to get high on his power. He's guessing Harry's come to him for an encore.
Whatever. As long as it's fun.
He drops the tool heavily on the ground and forces himself back up on his feet. Suddenly standing upright feels like he just climbed to the rooftop of a building, but vertigo's never been a problem for him. To the supervisor he goes, and the lie is cleverly spun. In about thirty eight minutes he'll be in his room about to black out completely.]
Pretty much. I don't like it any more than you do.
[... Maybe a little more.]
[... Maybe a little more.]
Peeeetreee.
[ he doesn't knock. he thinks he's an expected guest. john shares the room, doesn't he? he wouldn't mind him coming in. unless he was changing but then harry really doesn't mind.
he comes right in, looking high as a god damn kite. absolutely euphoric. nobody could have a brighter smile right now. he's talking in a sing-song voice. swaying as he walks to some tune in his head nobody else can hear. it's fantastic. he feels amazing. everything is so fucking amazing. ]
I found the girl that can make fireworks for you. [ he all but climbs into bed with him, sideways - so his head rests on him. he reaches up and pats petre on the cheek. he's passing it over. fireworks. ]
Wakey wakey.
[ he doesn't knock. he thinks he's an expected guest. john shares the room, doesn't he? he wouldn't mind him coming in. unless he was changing but then harry really doesn't mind.
he comes right in, looking high as a god damn kite. absolutely euphoric. nobody could have a brighter smile right now. he's talking in a sing-song voice. swaying as he walks to some tune in his head nobody else can hear. it's fantastic. he feels amazing. everything is so fucking amazing. ]
I found the girl that can make fireworks for you. [ he all but climbs into bed with him, sideways - so his head rests on him. he reaches up and pats petre on the cheek. he's passing it over. fireworks. ]
Wakey wakey.
It's kind of obvious by how you're delaying. Whatever. I can tell them that I was lecturing you and it can count or something.
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