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We're "complicated" because he's a nutjob who thinks he owns me. That's the sort of complicated it is. I don't give a fuck what you do with him, but you existing is enough to send him off the deep end.
[Okay, okay, so he had a small part in it as well.]
Of course I didn't, that's basically the opposite of what happened with us. I was just teasing him. He kept asking if I liked you more than him, if I'd rather fuck you, and it was so goddamn stupid that I played along. If I knew he was serious -
[He pulls back again, but this time he sees it, so he's able to control his reaction before the automatic one kicks in.]
Stop that.
[Okay, okay, so he had a small part in it as well.]
Of course I didn't, that's basically the opposite of what happened with us. I was just teasing him. He kept asking if I liked you more than him, if I'd rather fuck you, and it was so goddamn stupid that I played along. If I knew he was serious -
[He pulls back again, but this time he sees it, so he's able to control his reaction before the automatic one kicks in.]
Stop that.
Petre and I get along fine. Whatever you got going on is all your fault and whatever you told him.
[ he smirks when john pulls away - but keeps pointing at him, threatening to do it again ]
I don't appreciate being used as a teasing prop, John. I don't even know you that well. You told him you liked me better, didn't you? You told a guy to his face you liked a guy with the same face better and expected not to have him get upset by it. You don't answer those questions, you dumbass. That's like dating a girl and then telling her you'd rather fuck her sister. And now you're blaming me for your problem. Gee, Harry. Stop existing. It's all your fault.
[ he's trying to poke him again - quickly. three times in a row. ]
You did this yourself.
[ he smirks when john pulls away - but keeps pointing at him, threatening to do it again ]
I don't appreciate being used as a teasing prop, John. I don't even know you that well. You told him you liked me better, didn't you? You told a guy to his face you liked a guy with the same face better and expected not to have him get upset by it. You don't answer those questions, you dumbass. That's like dating a girl and then telling her you'd rather fuck her sister. And now you're blaming me for your problem. Gee, Harry. Stop existing. It's all your fault.
[ he's trying to poke him again - quickly. three times in a row. ]
You did this yourself.
Sure. I can make your body feel whatever the fuck I want.
[Lest he think she can influence emotions, too.]
[Lest he think she can influence emotions, too.]
[That constant jabbing basically has him twitching around like a fish, until he finally just takes a big step back and raises his whisper; they could be overheard, but he's getting sick of being played around with.]
Will you fucking stop that?
And I'm not being blamed for his psychopathy. He just decided that he owns me. I get to do whatever I want to try and get rid of him, he's a stalker. Not like it came back on you anyway, so get off your cross.
Will you fucking stop that?
And I'm not being blamed for his psychopathy. He just decided that he owns me. I get to do whatever I want to try and get rid of him, he's a stalker. Not like it came back on you anyway, so get off your cross.
[There's a moment where he is very, very obviously considering the positive implications of that; then he remembers the personality she's displayed thus far, and just as obviously comes down to earth.]
Now that sounds like fun. Never lift a finger and convince someone you've got them three seconds from dead.
Now that sounds like fun. Never lift a finger and convince someone you've got them three seconds from dead.
[ he pretends to clap - silent because of the setting they're in. ]
Oh, gee. You got it now. Did we learn a lesson about blaming people, John? Really takes having a finger pointed at you to get it. I didn't do shit. I have no idea what you two do so I have no idea where the accuracy would be at. You're probably right about him being a stalker but I don't know.
[ waves his hands in front of him ]
Leave me out of your weird abusive relationship, okay? Change the subject next time he asks a thing about me.
Oh, gee. You got it now. Did we learn a lesson about blaming people, John? Really takes having a finger pointed at you to get it. I didn't do shit. I have no idea what you two do so I have no idea where the accuracy would be at. You're probably right about him being a stalker but I don't know.
[ waves his hands in front of him ]
Leave me out of your weird abusive relationship, okay? Change the subject next time he asks a thing about me.
They can't really do anything to me physically except keep me somewhere, and even then maybe not.
Why not? Boring you isn't going to teach you anything other than 'how to get mad'.
[She tilts her head back and to the side. Normally people are too moralistic to ever consider that fun. They more easily want distance from her before she gets ideas.]
Pretty much. So don't mess with me.
Pretty much. So don't mess with me.
Doesn't scare me. I've spent a lot of time alone.
Nothing. Not anymore.
[It's not like anyone can take anything more from him.]
You could hit me all you wanted and it wouldn't hurt. That's a different kind of mutation - one I've had all my life. So really, there's nothing that anyone can do.
[Except kill him. But that's kind of hard to do.]
[It's not like anyone can take anything more from him.]
You could hit me all you wanted and it wouldn't hurt. That's a different kind of mutation - one I've had all my life. So really, there's nothing that anyone can do.
[Except kill him. But that's kind of hard to do.]
The candy's okay. Though it's not really a big thing in Japan. The holidays are pretty different between here and there.
Maybe one day you will. But only if they ever let you off garden duty.
Then you won't have to worry about them giving you more punishments.
[See? It all works out.]
[See? It all works out.]
[Petre's said it himself, to those who cared or stuck around long enough to hear him confess anything about himself: he doesn't feel like other people. Empathy is a mystery, true happiness an illusion, sadness a waste of time. There are things he gets in common with sentimental people, though, and right now that's pure anger. Ever since his last conversation with John Allerdyce he's been on a small rampage of his own, and the faculty is probably coming to their wit's end on what to do about him. Expulsion will make him homeless. Further punishment will only result in more broken rules.
For example, confining him to his room. It's becoming longer and longer since he's had a night's sleep on his own bed, choosing instead to engage with other students willing enough to let him into their quarters. Sometimes he just goes ahead and leaves the school entirely to spend the night out. Only returns with the sun's sitting tall in the sky, still smelling of alcohol and cigarettes.
Gardening's out the window. Cleaning the school. Helping the local community. They can't get him to do anything because he turns around and orders them to leave him alone instead.
Needless to say things are getting a bit chaotic. It's a wonder he's even coming back to the school anymore. Duty or not, people are starting to wonder what's even grounding him here, if anything. Someone needs to talk to him, but the counselor's out of town and the Professor is busy doing... something. Who cares he's a NPC.
Petre may not know how to be like a normal person, but he sure as hell knows how to throw a tantrum.
For example, confining him to his room. It's becoming longer and longer since he's had a night's sleep on his own bed, choosing instead to engage with other students willing enough to let him into their quarters. Sometimes he just goes ahead and leaves the school entirely to spend the night out. Only returns with the sun's sitting tall in the sky, still smelling of alcohol and cigarettes.
Gardening's out the window. Cleaning the school. Helping the local community. They can't get him to do anything because he turns around and orders them to leave him alone instead.
Needless to say things are getting a bit chaotic. It's a wonder he's even coming back to the school anymore. Duty or not, people are starting to wonder what's even grounding him here, if anything. Someone needs to talk to him, but the counselor's out of town and the Professor is busy doing... something. Who cares he's a NPC.
Petre may not know how to be like a normal person, but he sure as hell knows how to throw a tantrum.
Nah. Too much hassle. I prefer sticking to weapons.
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