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Potentially. Though I'm not exactly the sharing type.
[Yep.]
And what about you? I admit, I was surprised to find out that you were here... but I guess there's no real telling when a mutation will pop up, is there?
[Yep.]
And what about you? I admit, I was surprised to find out that you were here... but I guess there's no real telling when a mutation will pop up, is there?
[For some ridiculous reason, he expected this could take what's probably a normal path. That's what he expected. But he chose probably the second-worst person in the school for normal.
Suddenly, he steps closer to Ryan, starts to reach out for him again - and his hand recoils from Ryan's upper arm before he can make contact. Fuck, what was he thinking? He doesn't offer comforting touches anyway, and he knew damn well he couldn't now. Where did that even come from?
And now there's another apparently spastic movement he has to explain away. Or ignore away, maybe it'll work this time. This one was obviously so unintentional and violent, though, that it's bound to raise more questions rather than less.]
... don't expect anything. Don't ever expect anything from anyone. You're smarter than that.
Suddenly, he steps closer to Ryan, starts to reach out for him again - and his hand recoils from Ryan's upper arm before he can make contact. Fuck, what was he thinking? He doesn't offer comforting touches anyway, and he knew damn well he couldn't now. Where did that even come from?
And now there's another apparently spastic movement he has to explain away. Or ignore away, maybe it'll work this time. This one was obviously so unintentional and violent, though, that it's bound to raise more questions rather than less.]
... don't expect anything. Don't ever expect anything from anyone. You're smarter than that.
[If nothing else, by the third day Petre's actually working with the tools he's given, rather than just frantically chewing on stale gum while he picks them up and lets them drop down again. He's at the stage where everything he does is wrong and is told to repeat until it's done right, which could really just be a way of him stalling and irritating his supervisors into giving up hope that he'll ever be a passable gardener. No doubt they'll arrange worse punishment for him if that's the case, but history will just repeat itself until it's no longer fun.
When John shows up and hands out the cigarette, Petre stares. His eyes aren't alert - quite on the contrary - when they narrow, lip twitching slightly. He isn't suspicious as much as he's just bemused.]
And you're doing this because...?
When John shows up and hands out the cigarette, Petre stares. His eyes aren't alert - quite on the contrary - when they narrow, lip twitching slightly. He isn't suspicious as much as he's just bemused.]
And you're doing this because...?
You did it. You took the blame. [He shrugs, like that'd be enough to coax a truly selfless gesture out of him and not a fierce about fucking time.] I can't be appreciative?
Shit. You are aggressive. [And it's not helping her case at all. He quite enjoys it.] Is murder always your first option, or am I just that special?
Apparently not.
[Now John doesn't even want to touch him? He wants to read it as unintentional, but after what had ended up feeling more like a rejection than anything, it's too easy to see his hand jerk away and assume he'd thought better of the gesture.
He could at least be less obvious, fuck.]
If you're that against letting anything happen again you could just say so.
[Now John doesn't even want to touch him? He wants to read it as unintentional, but after what had ended up feeling more like a rejection than anything, it's too easy to see his hand jerk away and assume he'd thought better of the gesture.
He could at least be less obvious, fuck.]
If you're that against letting anything happen again you could just say so.
[Well.]
You can, I just don't see why you would.
[It was a fair trade. John showed him a good time, Petre took the fall for it. Fair's fair.
But he takes the cigarette anyway, after removing one those awful bulky gloves and tucking it under his arm. John certainly isn't going to smoke that for him.
Out goes the chewing gum, and in goes the cig.]
You can, I just don't see why you would.
[It was a fair trade. John showed him a good time, Petre took the fall for it. Fair's fair.
But he takes the cigarette anyway, after removing one those awful bulky gloves and tucking it under his arm. John certainly isn't going to smoke that for him.
Out goes the chewing gum, and in goes the cig.]
Yeah, I can. Every day for as long as they keep you out here. As many times as we can pull off without it looking suspicious.
[Yes, he's very deliberately angling for something now. And Petre can probably guess what it is. Bodily autonomy is well worth a few mouthfuls of disgusting cigarette smoke and keeping lookout for a few minutes every day, after all.]
[Yes, he's very deliberately angling for something now. And Petre can probably guess what it is. Bodily autonomy is well worth a few mouthfuls of disgusting cigarette smoke and keeping lookout for a few minutes every day, after all.]
I'm not -
[Okay, time to weigh pros and cons. On one side, Ryan is sure to make this 100 times worse if he finds out what's really happened. On the other hand, he's just as sure to keep misreading it and walk away with a much deeper wound than John could have intended if there's no explanation.
Can he even warn Ryan against Petre again when he's been flying so recklessly around his web since the first warning? Will that work? Fuck it, he'll try.]
Put your hand out. Palm up. Like you're waving, but keep it still.
[Okay, time to weigh pros and cons. On one side, Ryan is sure to make this 100 times worse if he finds out what's really happened. On the other hand, he's just as sure to keep misreading it and walk away with a much deeper wound than John could have intended if there's no explanation.
Can he even warn Ryan against Petre again when he's been flying so recklessly around his web since the first warning? Will that work? Fuck it, he'll try.]
Put your hand out. Palm up. Like you're waving, but keep it still.
You'll fucking wish it was murder.
[Creepy much. Granted there would be no actual skulls cracking, just the very pointed sensation of one. Hence the tears, drool and snot, and the absence of blood and brains.]
Don't you have anything else to set on fire, Adele?
[Creepy much. Granted there would be no actual skulls cracking, just the very pointed sensation of one. Hence the tears, drool and snot, and the absence of blood and brains.]
Don't you have anything else to set on fire, Adele?
You realize we're not supposed to be seen together outside of our bedroom, [he takes a drag, tilting his head bag easily to exhale smoke. There's a slight shine of sweat on his throat and forehead when he does that, skin already blushed from spending such a long time under the sun.]
I'm not taking the fall for you again.
I'm not taking the fall for you again.
Dude, don't insult me. I can pull something like this off without getting caught.
[His eyes flick downward, catching that rosy sheen on Petre's throat as it works around the exhale, but he pulls them back up.]
Just depends on how bad you need it.
[His eyes flick downward, catching that rosy sheen on Petre's throat as it works around the exhale, but he pulls them back up.]
Just depends on how bad you need it.
So torture. [His eyebrows shoot up.] Should've figured a girl wouldn't want it without some foreplay.
[He can't help himself. He put on the little show because she caught his eye, and now she's just endlessly fascinating.]
I could. While we're trading compliments, I bet your hair'd go up like a bale of hay. But now I'm curious: why all the threats? You know they just make you look threatened, right.
[He can't help himself. He put on the little show because she caught his eye, and now she's just endlessly fascinating.]
I could. While we're trading compliments, I bet your hair'd go up like a bale of hay. But now I'm curious: why all the threats? You know they just make you look threatened, right.
[He hasn't forgotten this time, John, just how their drunk night finished. Not on good terms, if there ever were good ones between them, so much that John's sudden act of generosity leaves him wondering just how it's going to backfire on him.
One can't say there's remorse for what he did or the things he said. Petre doesn't get remorse. If anything, he can just recognize that he could have played things out differently to have a more agreeable result.
(And then he remembers how John taunted him. The thought of Harry's hands and mouth on him.)
So he tries a different angle other than engaging on suspicion, tilting his head with his tongue on his lower lip, wetting it slowly.]
I need it pretty bad.
One can't say there's remorse for what he did or the things he said. Petre doesn't get remorse. If anything, he can just recognize that he could have played things out differently to have a more agreeable result.
(And then he remembers how John taunted him. The thought of Harry's hands and mouth on him.)
So he tries a different angle other than engaging on suspicion, tilting his head with his tongue on his lower lip, wetting it slowly.]
I need it pretty bad.
Oh my God.
[Crank it up a notch and you might sound like you've been jacking off behind that tree, stalker.]
Why all the flowers? They make you look desperate. Or just ten years old.
[Crank it up a notch and you might sound like you've been jacking off behind that tree, stalker.]
Why all the flowers? They make you look desperate. Or just ten years old.
Target practice. They're deadly on my allergies.
[No allergies, of course.]
This is a fun game. My turn: answering a question with a question makes you look like you're hiding the real answer. Or like mine was right.
[No allergies, of course.]
This is a fun game. My turn: answering a question with a question makes you look like you're hiding the real answer. Or like mine was right.
[Blatant seduction. He knows this angle far too well from Petre by now, but Petre doesn't yet know that on some level, it could work. He's just too determined to let that distract him right now.]
So make me an offer. What's it worth to you?
So make me an offer. What's it worth to you?
Or like you wouldn't give a flying fuck either way.
[how's that.]
[how's that.]
No games, Petre. You know what I want.
[Despite the sharp intensity in his eyes, his lips curl up a little.]
I just wanted to see how far you'd go.
[Despite the sharp intensity in his eyes, his lips curl up a little.]
I just wanted to see how far you'd go.
Wouldn't I? That's the most interesting reaction I've gotten to anything I've done in a long time. You're a bitch, but you're sure as hell not boring.
[And somehow, bitch doesn't even sound like the insult it probably should.]
[And somehow, bitch doesn't even sound like the insult it probably should.]
Says the dickhead setting the garden on fire. That serial rapist vampire kid planted those, you know. He's gonna have your ass for that. And I mean literally.
[Did you call her interesting tho]
[Did you call her interesting tho]
Serial rapist vampire?! [Oh god, he's laughing forever. He can't begin to imagine who that could possibly be, and doesn't care in the slightest.] Okay, new game, just describe everyone you've met here so far. Not even for me to guess, just because that's fucking hilarious.
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