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-I know. I know, I'm sorry, I just...
[He just worries. He just doesn't like it, either, because John's mixed up about it happening once and he isn't certain it couldn't happen again. He just doesn't want to see him sucked into something he warned Ryan to avoid.]
Just be careful, okay.
[He just worries. He just doesn't like it, either, because John's mixed up about it happening once and he isn't certain it couldn't happen again. He just doesn't want to see him sucked into something he warned Ryan to avoid.]
Just be careful, okay.
[There's certainly no risk of John telling Ryan about their planned getaway to NYC the following weekend, given that they've established how terrible he'd be at keeping pranks and misbehaviour a secret, so that's one thing he doesn't need to worry about.
(Although John is now. How in god's name did that plan happen again?)]
I know. I've been dealing with this since last year. I know his whole act.
[Slowly, he rolls onto his back again, eyes shifting over to meet Ryan's.]
Look. It's not like I expected it either. [Because yeah, he can tell Ryan's more than just worried. It's extremely awkward given that they actually shook on being friends, so John's been trying to ignore it, but he knows that Ryan has some sort of issue over it not being him.]
(Although John is now. How in god's name did that plan happen again?)]
I know. I've been dealing with this since last year. I know his whole act.
[Slowly, he rolls onto his back again, eyes shifting over to meet Ryan's.]
Look. It's not like I expected it either. [Because yeah, he can tell Ryan's more than just worried. It's extremely awkward given that they actually shook on being friends, so John's been trying to ignore it, but he knows that Ryan has some sort of issue over it not being him.]
[There's an unavoidable little pang of guilt at that- god, he knows, doesn't he, he'd probably let too much slip through- but Ryan isn't about to outright admit to it, either. Not when they're only recently friends. John's known Petre for a year already, of course it makes sense.
He still doesn't meet his eyes for long before he shifts to lie down himself, on his back, arms folded behind his head. Eyes fixed on the ceiling.]
Nobody does. [He shrugs slightly, casual as he can make it. (Don't go and ruin it.)] It just- happens, right? Don't worry about it, I get it.
He still doesn't meet his eyes for long before he shifts to lie down himself, on his back, arms folded behind his head. Eyes fixed on the ceiling.]
Nobody does. [He shrugs slightly, casual as he can make it. (Don't go and ruin it.)] It just- happens, right? Don't worry about it, I get it.
[ lounge room with harry time. today's weather is GLOOMY RAIN. harry thinks it sucks especially for many reasons - one being that everyone is off their best during such weather. which makes him his worst.
harry, is currently sideways on a sofa, face pressed against the cushion. an arm hanging off it looking pretty pale and tired. eyes on the tv in there, watching infomercials of all things because someone lost the remote.
uggghhh ]
harry, is currently sideways on a sofa, face pressed against the cushion. an arm hanging off it looking pretty pale and tired. eyes on the tv in there, watching infomercials of all things because someone lost the remote.
uggghhh ]
Edited 2014-09-22 05:30 (UTC)
Hey, this isn't -
[God, it's a pointless statement at this point, isn't it?]
- I don't know what the fuck it is. Never mind. I'm just gonna be an asshole if I try to talk about it.
[God, it's a pointless statement at this point, isn't it?]
- I don't know what the fuck it is. Never mind. I'm just gonna be an asshole if I try to talk about it.
[To say that John's been distracted for the first week of school is putting it mildly. This is someone he should've noticed, especially given that they're both seniors, but somehow it's slid past him.
All he sees when he walks into the lounge is some sickly looking guy with dark hair spread out on the couch looking miserable. A good deal of his face is hidden by the cushion, so he doesn't think much of it.
Then he gets a better look at what's visible of that face. Especially his eyes.]
- the fuck did you do to your hair?
All he sees when he walks into the lounge is some sickly looking guy with dark hair spread out on the couch looking miserable. A good deal of his face is hidden by the cushion, so he doesn't think much of it.
Then he gets a better look at what's visible of that face. Especially his eyes.]
- the fuck did you do to your hair?
-what? No, you're not, what makes you think that?
[That gets Ryan to glance back over, eyeing him with a worried little frown.]
I'm not trying to brush you off, I just don't-- I'm not good with the whole 'knowing what to say' thing.
[That gets Ryan to glance back over, eyeing him with a worried little frown.]
I'm not trying to brush you off, I just don't-- I'm not good with the whole 'knowing what to say' thing.
You know how I am, Ryan. You've seen it. [He's twitchy with the whole idea of guys being into him. Coming on to him. He's really a toe over the line into homophobia.] No, I'm not taking this that well. And the amount it's freaking me out would probably piss you off.
[He's trying to do the right thing here, man, give him a break.]
[He's trying to do the right thing here, man, give him a break.]
[...he sighs and rolls onto his side to face John, giving him a look that's more open than neutral. Frank, just like the tone of his thoughts.]
So you're not taking it well-- and who else are you going to talk to? Because with the way you feel about it, it's going to eat at you if you don't. That's not the kind of thing you can bottle up and keep that way, is it.
So you're not taking it well-- and who else are you going to talk to? Because with the way you feel about it, it's going to eat at you if you don't. That's not the kind of thing you can bottle up and keep that way, is it.
[ someone he definitely should've noticed. though if john's been cutting classes, it's easy to miss him. since harry actually goes to class even if he's drunk off his ass during it.
those eyes cut right to him and he immediately sits up, hands going to the hair in question. ]
What? What's wrong with it? [ tip #2 this is not who john thinks it is: the accent that is american instead of petre's european. and the fact that whatever humorous comment petre might've made about switching hair is not there.
instead the guy actually seems genuinely concerned something happened to his hair. the fuck is wrong with it, pyro? he's too paranoid for this shit ]
Did the kid with the fucking static thing come through?
those eyes cut right to him and he immediately sits up, hands going to the hair in question. ]
What? What's wrong with it? [ tip #2 this is not who john thinks it is: the accent that is american instead of petre's european. and the fact that whatever humorous comment petre might've made about switching hair is not there.
instead the guy actually seems genuinely concerned something happened to his hair. the fuck is wrong with it, pyro? he's too paranoid for this shit ]
Did the kid with the fucking static thing come through?
Holy shi -
[He stumbles backward, eyes wide, and winds up landing in a chair. The wrong way, legs over one arm and back against the other.]
Who are you.
[He stumbles backward, eyes wide, and winds up landing in a chair. The wrong way, legs over one arm and back against the other.]
Who are you.
That was the plan.
[He doesn't smile, but there's a hint of wry humour in the tone of his thought.]
He kissed me first. Twice. And I didn't know - just not knowing drove me crazy. Usually he just had to touch me and my skin would crawl. So I tried it back.
[Maybe it's just now occurring to him that those previous touches were unwelcome, non-consensual, and very deliberate and aggressive despite how gentle they often were. He's never welcomed or actually initiated that kind of contact, except -
- when he touched Ryan's hair, actually. Played with it, if one wants to get down to brass tacks.]
[He doesn't smile, but there's a hint of wry humour in the tone of his thought.]
He kissed me first. Twice. And I didn't know - just not knowing drove me crazy. Usually he just had to touch me and my skin would crawl. So I tried it back.
[Maybe it's just now occurring to him that those previous touches were unwelcome, non-consensual, and very deliberate and aggressive despite how gentle they often were. He's never welcomed or actually initiated that kind of contact, except -
- when he touched Ryan's hair, actually. Played with it, if one wants to get down to brass tacks.]
[ he lowers his hands after checking his hair was, in fact, in place. then he's just... confused. and amused at the same time. and just a tiny bit concerned for the other. a hand going out when he stumbles.
well then. that's a reaction he's never gotten before. he gets a couple of double takes, sure, but that's it. ]
I'm Harry. [ he puts his hand on his chest ] Do you know who you are? Are you okay?
well then. that's a reaction he's never gotten before. he gets a couple of double takes, sure, but that's it. ]
I'm Harry. [ he puts his hand on his chest ] Do you know who you are? Are you okay?
This isn't funny. [He's immediately glancing around, having been trapped in illusions at least once during his time on the streets of New York City, and looking for something off. Some sign that a hallucikinetic he didn't know about has shown up.] This is not fucking funny, who's doing this?
[He can't be anything but blunt with this, he just can't- but he's sure John gets that kind of thing.]
No shit you didn't like it when he touched you. Would you like it if some girl were hanging all over you when you'd told her you weren't interested, just because you're into women? Hell of a lot different from letting her kiss you, isn't it.
No shit you didn't like it when he touched you. Would you like it if some girl were hanging all over you when you'd told her you weren't interested, just because you're into women? Hell of a lot different from letting her kiss you, isn't it.
[Yeah. That's speaking his language. And it's making him feel remarkably stupid.]
But there's still never been anyone else, and I'm seventeen. Shouldn't there be some kinda sign before that?
But there's still never been anyone else, and I'm seventeen. Shouldn't there be some kinda sign before that?
You have his face. [He jabs an accusing finger at "Harry," who is most certainly not real.] You have his exact face, that doesn't happen. Someone is screwing with me. I'm talking to an illusion.
John, you had a miniature gay panic over accidentally flirting with me a little. Would there have been any kind of sign you'd have even listened to?
[He actually sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed at that, mouth falling open in indignation.]
I was not panicking or flirting, alright -
[Pointless. Fuck. That's two people who see right through him now, although Ryan is really just stating the obvious. Defeated, he collapses back onto the bed.]
Why him. Of all people.
I was not panicking or flirting, alright -
[Pointless. Fuck. That's two people who see right through him now, although Ryan is really just stating the obvious. Defeated, he collapses back onto the bed.]
Why him. Of all people.
[ he furrows his brows for a second then quietly mouths oh. a knowing look in his eyes. right. ] I'm not an illusion. This is my face.
[ leaning over and pushing that jabbing accusing finger down. (momentary touch. he feels so much better already.) he drops his hands next to him and cocks his chin up, lowering his lids. ]
Petre, right? [ of course he knows about him. someone looksthat attractive close to him can't go unnoticed ] I'm actually the good twin. [ debatable. ]
To recap. [ hand on the chest again ] I'm Harry. Hi.
[ leaning over and pushing that jabbing accusing finger down. (momentary touch. he feels so much better already.) he drops his hands next to him and cocks his chin up, lowering his lids. ]
Petre, right? [ of course he knows about him. someone looks
To recap. [ hand on the chest again ] I'm Harry. Hi.
I don't know.
[Ryan stays where he is even when John sits up- this time the answer's more genuine than the previous times he's given it.]
Because he was there, I guess. Managed to push just the right buttons.
[Ryan stays where he is even when John sits up- this time the answer's more genuine than the previous times he's given it.]
Because he was there, I guess. Managed to push just the right buttons.
[He snatches his hand back before it can be fully lowered, eyes narrowed to slits.]
Metamorph? [Why he'd choose a slightly altered version of someone already in the school as his base form, god only knows, but they can't be two totally random people who look this much alike. And actual twins... well, if they were adopted... Petre doesn't know anything about his family other than that they're dead.]
Or, what, separated at birth? I need more plot before we go to recap.
Metamorph? [Why he'd choose a slightly altered version of someone already in the school as his base form, god only knows, but they can't be two totally random people who look this much alike. And actual twins... well, if they were adopted... Petre doesn't know anything about his family other than that they're dead.]
Or, what, separated at birth? I need more plot before we go to recap.
[Being special. Being needed. It's pathetic that those were the right buttons.]
What he does, in other words. Fuck, Ryan, he can never know this. This is what he's wanted all along.
What he does, in other words. Fuck, Ryan, he can never know this. This is what he's wanted all along.
No. That would be cool though.
[ he's clicking his tongue, a little insulted he's actually being doubted on his own face of all things. he prides himself on how he looks. being questioned on the genuineness of any of it is a blow to the ego ]
I don't know. Maybe we're clones. [ ...look he honestly actually wouldn't put that past his dad, even if it's a joking statement complete with him rolling his eyes at john ]
Are you going to really keep thinking I'm wearing a big fake face?
[ he's clicking his tongue, a little insulted he's actually being doubted on his own face of all things. he prides himself on how he looks. being questioned on the genuineness of any of it is a blow to the ego ]
I don't know. Maybe we're clones. [ ...look he honestly actually wouldn't put that past his dad, even if it's a joking statement complete with him rolling his eyes at john ]
Are you going to really keep thinking I'm wearing a big fake face?
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