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Uh-huh.
[ he bites his lip for a second then squints his eyes at him very slightly ]
I look like shit now? You are really fucking with my ego here, John. [ he rubs his hands up and down his own thighs, fidgety. ] I was just asking. I get concerned about people I talk to.
[ he bites his lip for a second then squints his eyes at him very slightly ]
I look like shit now? You are really fucking with my ego here, John. [ he rubs his hands up and down his own thighs, fidgety. ] I was just asking. I get concerned about people I talk to.
Looked. Sick or something, god - you are seriously up yourself, huh?
[Everyone knows what 'look like shit' means. It's not like he's saying the guy's shoes didn't work with his belt - whatever the fuck that would mean.]
[Everyone knows what 'look like shit' means. It's not like he's saying the guy's shoes didn't work with his belt - whatever the fuck that would mean.]
[God, he is so irritating. Those little dismissive hand gestures make him want to backhand Petre hard enough to send him sailing, but he's already started the clock on his good behaviour. If he's getting out (if they're getting out, ugh), he has to put up with this.]
Keep up the good work and I'll stay. {Reluctantly, he stretches out again, head just pillowed on the grass this time. His eyes follow the rustling leaves, never still, reflecting his continued agitation.]
Keep up the good work and I'll stay. {Reluctantly, he stretches out again, head just pillowed on the grass this time. His eyes follow the rustling leaves, never still, reflecting his continued agitation.]
That's all your words, I'd never say either of you were pretty.
[Again, just making that completely clear.]
But you're a trust fund baby, huh? Explains a lot. Your face and hair are probably all you've ever had to give a shit about.
[Now he's getting a bit mean.]
[Again, just making that completely clear.]
But you're a trust fund baby, huh? Explains a lot. Your face and hair are probably all you've ever had to give a shit about.
[Now he's getting a bit mean.]
[OK HAVE A REAL TAG I GUESS except i posted it to the wrong place.
fuck the lounge FIGHT THE POWER he's going to knock knock on your bedroom door. no announcement as to who it is or wondering if Harry's in there. better get yo ass out of that bed.]
fuck the lounge FIGHT THE POWER he's going to knock knock on your bedroom door. no announcement as to who it is or wondering if Harry's in there. better get yo ass out of that bed.]
Look into my eyes and tell me with a straight face you don't think I'm kind of pretty.
[ he points at them. undeniable fact, in his opinion. those are pretty. ]
Pretty much. [ and some other things but he's not going to let john get anything out of his meanness. harry's just all casual talk. he's heard it before. blah blah blah. he's completely apathetic towards it.
but just for being mean he leans over and pats john on the shoulder. friendly pat. pat pat. he's a leech. ]
[ he points at them. undeniable fact, in his opinion. those are pretty. ]
Pretty much. [ and some other things but he's not going to let john get anything out of his meanness. harry's just all casual talk. he's heard it before. blah blah blah. he's completely apathetic towards it.
but just for being mean he leans over and pats john on the shoulder. friendly pat. pat pat. he's a leech. ]
[ wow ok fine. HE DOESN'T WANT TO GET OUT OF BED. he's le tired. he sluggishly moves over and opens the door.
then there's an obvious flash of surprise at first. his tongue runs along the inside of his mouth, he blatantly looks petre up and down ]
Huh. [ they really weren't kidding about them looking alike. it's like a strange blonde mirror. ...maybe the twin thing wasn't that far off. he'd actually feel a little better about life if there's another member of the family. in a "ha ha dad actually kept me for a little bit. i am loved after all." sort of way. ]
Hello, hello. [ all smiles now ]
then there's an obvious flash of surprise at first. his tongue runs along the inside of his mouth, he blatantly looks petre up and down ]
Huh. [ they really weren't kidding about them looking alike. it's like a strange blonde mirror. ...maybe the twin thing wasn't that far off. he'd actually feel a little better about life if there's another member of the family. in a "ha ha dad actually kept me for a little bit. i am loved after all." sort of way. ]
Hello, hello. [ all smiles now ]
Not even kind of. [Right into his eyes. He probably couldn't manage it with Petre anymore, but the dark fringe hanging just above those oddly cold eyes is enough to remind him that he's not dealing with Petre. This is one egomaniac he can still dismiss to kingdom come.
Which isn't to say it's true. He's actually obnoxiously attracted to Harry as far as the purely physical goes, because he is like Petre with better hair, but so far he seems so superficial and childish that there's not much beyond that.]
Alright, points for not bitching and whining about getting the wrong kind of car for your birthday like that's some - [God, he's fucking exhausted. There's another yawn.] - kind of - god, I hate rainy days.
Which isn't to say it's true. He's actually obnoxiously attracted to Harry as far as the purely physical goes, because he is like Petre with better hair, but so far he seems so superficial and childish that there's not much beyond that.]
Alright, points for not bitching and whining about getting the wrong kind of car for your birthday like that's some - [God, he's fucking exhausted. There's another yawn.] - kind of - god, I hate rainy days.
[And while Harry gives Petre surprise, he returns it with scrutiny. Narrowed eyes, shut lips, looking him up and down with a little more subtlety, without motioning his head. Just a shift of his gaze.]
New boy.
[Boy. He says that with a small, deliberately masked smile. They're the same age (What was that about twins?) but Petre feels like he gets dibs on maturity. Even if his head's little over a year old.]
They told me I'd want to meet you.
[They were right. They didn't tell Petre what kind of power he had - surely the only thing that could make him interesting, seeing as his background story hardly brought anything new to the table - left him to guess, and boy. Was he wrong.
They sound different, though. Harry's voice is lower, like there's something stuck in his nose. Petre's a little less... remarkable. Or impeccably American, traits of an European accent here and there.]
New boy.
[Boy. He says that with a small, deliberately masked smile. They're the same age (What was that about twins?) but Petre feels like he gets dibs on maturity. Even if his head's little over a year old.]
They told me I'd want to meet you.
[They were right. They didn't tell Petre what kind of power he had - surely the only thing that could make him interesting, seeing as his background story hardly brought anything new to the table - left him to guess, and boy. Was he wrong.
They sound different, though. Harry's voice is lower, like there's something stuck in his nose. Petre's a little less... remarkable. Or impeccably American, traits of an European accent here and there.]
[ right into his eyes, which stare at john for a moment - right back. searching. and then they lower. he doesn't seem insulted though. not upset. there's something else in there. john's lying right to his face and he can tell. he's intrigued. ]
Tragedy? [ he finishes the words before the yawn. then he's bouncing in his seat for a second before leaning back. all smiles. all happy energized movement. he's tapping his foot like there's a song in his head it's in tune with. ]
Me too. They're so gloomy. Everyone's so sluggish. It's the worst.
Tragedy? [ he finishes the words before the yawn. then he's bouncing in his seat for a second before leaning back. all smiles. all happy energized movement. he's tapping his foot like there's a song in his head it's in tune with. ]
Me too. They're so gloomy. Everyone's so sluggish. It's the worst.
[ is he being judged? he thinks he's being judged. petre's emotions are harder to read, he thinks. subtle. complicated. he definitely knows there's some judging going on once 'boy' slips out of that mouth -
accented mouth. he tries to place it in his head. it's strange hearing another voice come out of something that might as well be a reflection. a reflection that's so blond. yes, he thinks he does look better with darker hair. john was right. ]
I wonder why. [ as if it isn't painfully obvious why people thought they should meet. he's had some kid at lunch ramble at him about how he wants to witness a real life parent trap go down. he keeps looking at him, not bothering to be subtle about it at all. obvious curiousness. noting things. petre's posture. petre's clothes (nice shirt. he has one just like it. how funny.) - petre's everything. ]
Well. [ he pushes the door open more, steps aside so he can come in. he hasn't been assigned a roommate yet so harry hadn't bothered to keep to one side of the room. there's cups places. drinking is a go. ]
I'm Harry. [ a hand out, standard politeness. but it also will help him getting a better read on him. energy output. shake his hand, doppleganger. it'll make him feel better. ]
accented mouth. he tries to place it in his head. it's strange hearing another voice come out of something that might as well be a reflection. a reflection that's so blond. yes, he thinks he does look better with darker hair. john was right. ]
I wonder why. [ as if it isn't painfully obvious why people thought they should meet. he's had some kid at lunch ramble at him about how he wants to witness a real life parent trap go down. he keeps looking at him, not bothering to be subtle about it at all. obvious curiousness. noting things. petre's posture. petre's clothes (nice shirt. he has one just like it. how funny.) - petre's everything. ]
Well. [ he pushes the door open more, steps aside so he can come in. he hasn't been assigned a roommate yet so harry hadn't bothered to keep to one side of the room. there's cups places. drinking is a go. ]
I'm Harry. [ a hand out, standard politeness. but it also will help him getting a better read on him. energy output. shake his hand, doppleganger. it'll make him feel better. ]
[he's definitely being judged.
a gesture he carries from before his awakening, Petre's hands go in his pockets, no 'excuse me' or 'thank you' when he complies and steps into the room. Same scrutiny follows whatever object or disarranged piece of furniture he can find, drinks spotted right away as he makes his way closer to the window. Away from him. Maybe he'll find more faults if he gets a more general look at him. The details were strikingly similar to his sense of a self-image.]
I know.
[Eyes return to him, corner of his lips still edging on that small smile. It isn't genuine, but there's nothing necessarily malicious about it, like he's trying to do the exact same Harry wants when he shows him that hand.
Physical contact? Without being badtouch? Boring.]
I don't shake hands. [HE PUTS THEM IN HIS MOUTH]
Petre Dodrescu.
a gesture he carries from before his awakening, Petre's hands go in his pockets, no 'excuse me' or 'thank you' when he complies and steps into the room. Same scrutiny follows whatever object or disarranged piece of furniture he can find, drinks spotted right away as he makes his way closer to the window. Away from him. Maybe he'll find more faults if he gets a more general look at him. The details were strikingly similar to his sense of a self-image.]
I know.
[Eyes return to him, corner of his lips still edging on that small smile. It isn't genuine, but there's nothing necessarily malicious about it, like he's trying to do the exact same Harry wants when he shows him that hand.
Physical contact? Without being badtouch? Boring.]
I don't shake hands. [HE PUTS THEM IN HIS MOUTH]
Petre Dodrescu.
Yeah. [He barely even seems to be paying attention now, sinking more deeply into the chair and - going back to his original posture, actually, stretched out over it so that he can lean his head against the back. His night's sleep wasn't as bad as usual, but he wants to catch a nap very badly for some reason.]
You've got plenty of energy. What the hell kind of five minute cold was that?
You've got plenty of energy. What the hell kind of five minute cold was that?
[ if he wasn't so intrigued, he'd be insulted and start acting as casual as possible. feed petre back dull tones and equally judging expressions. but he doesn't. he's following him with his eyes instead, a smile fixed on his face that's almost tired. all genuine though. genuine interest. genuine amusement. genuine excitement there's someone else that similar.
he gets it, he thinks. from petre's view he's someone with his face with piles of money. who wouldn't judge that? everyone judges that even if it doesn't have their face. it must make it worse. ]
Ah. [ the hand flexes in place then drops. thing with dirt? general disgust at human contact? hard to say. he takes a steps closer instead, after nudging the door closed with a foot. just in case anyone got nosy. ]
Pleasure, I'm sure. [ dodrescu. exotic. it's certainly nice on the tongue. ]
he gets it, he thinks. from petre's view he's someone with his face with piles of money. who wouldn't judge that? everyone judges that even if it doesn't have their face. it must make it worse. ]
Ah. [ the hand flexes in place then drops. thing with dirt? general disgust at human contact? hard to say. he takes a steps closer instead, after nudging the door closed with a foot. just in case anyone got nosy. ]
Pleasure, I'm sure. [ dodrescu. exotic. it's certainly nice on the tongue. ]
Changed my mind about it. Didn't feel like having a cold anymore so it left.
[ casually dismissed. he makes a careless gesture with his hand. it's obviously not true but it says he's not exactly going to explain either. he's shrugging it off and pretending he has no idea.
he's still watching john, never looks away. keeps studying him. ]
So what do you do, John?
[ casually dismissed. he makes a careless gesture with his hand. it's obviously not true but it says he's not exactly going to explain either. he's shrugging it off and pretending he has no idea.
he's still watching john, never looks away. keeps studying him. ]
So what do you do, John?
[Weirdo. Why would he feel like having a cold in the first place? He's trying to wrap a mutation around it but nothing's coming to mind. And he's studied the records of known mutations from classes about them, one thing he actually studies avidly and without being told.]
What do I do? What the hell kind of question is that for someone in a boarding school. I drag ass around here and try not to die of boredom. [A little smile quirks his lips.] And make sure no one else gets bored either. Or complacent.
[A brief pause.]
Unless you meant my actual mutation, but that was way more coy than you needed to be if you did. [He's wearing a hooded sweatshirt, and a Zippo lighter with the open, blood-red mouth of a shark emblazoned across the lid comes out of its front pocket. He opens and strikes it, just watching the flame flicker for awhile, then makes it swell in such tiny increments that it might take awhile for Harry to notice any change.
Lulling him. He'll get more flashy once he's been declared weak or boring. He likes showing off even more with the element of deception.]
What do I do? What the hell kind of question is that for someone in a boarding school. I drag ass around here and try not to die of boredom. [A little smile quirks his lips.] And make sure no one else gets bored either. Or complacent.
[A brief pause.]
Unless you meant my actual mutation, but that was way more coy than you needed to be if you did. [He's wearing a hooded sweatshirt, and a Zippo lighter with the open, blood-red mouth of a shark emblazoned across the lid comes out of its front pocket. He opens and strikes it, just watching the flame flicker for awhile, then makes it swell in such tiny increments that it might take awhile for Harry to notice any change.
Lulling him. He'll get more flashy once he's been declared weak or boring. He likes showing off even more with the element of deception.]
I like being coy.
[ though he's interested in both versions of that question. what do you do for fun? what can you do? he intentionally left it open for interpretation. john's replies say an awful lot about himself. he doesn't let people get bored. it's a fascinating thing. he prefers fun to boring any day.
and the mutation. the zippo comes out and harry's eyes light up like john had a gift for him instead of something he was going to show off with. the flame flicks on and he's rubbing his hands together, biting his lip. apparently thrilled enough just to see him pull it out.
and then he slides down so he's close to john again, puts a hand out as if he wants to touch it. like a moth drawn in. something in his eyes like this wild need. fire. fire. fire. one of his favorite things. all energy. quick fix. another addiction. he can never keep a flame going around himself. just drains it. poof. ]
What do you do with it? [ not weak. not boring. but there's obviously something more to it than being able to turn a lighter on.
can he have it? he wants it. needs it. ]
[ though he's interested in both versions of that question. what do you do for fun? what can you do? he intentionally left it open for interpretation. john's replies say an awful lot about himself. he doesn't let people get bored. it's a fascinating thing. he prefers fun to boring any day.
and the mutation. the zippo comes out and harry's eyes light up like john had a gift for him instead of something he was going to show off with. the flame flicks on and he's rubbing his hands together, biting his lip. apparently thrilled enough just to see him pull it out.
and then he slides down so he's close to john again, puts a hand out as if he wants to touch it. like a moth drawn in. something in his eyes like this wild need. fire. fire. fire. one of his favorite things. all energy. quick fix. another addiction. he can never keep a flame going around himself. just drains it. poof. ]
What do you do with it? [ not weak. not boring. but there's obviously something more to it than being able to turn a lighter on.
can he have it? he wants it. needs it. ]
Back up. [A quiet, arrogant warning.
Whether Harry follows it or not, he'll hold his hand over the flame - not burning him at all, see? - then, with a sudden sweeping motion, raise his arm in a massive arc with the flame trailing along as though it were attached to his palm. And it is, as he proves when he holds his hand upright and it's still settled there. Tame and harmless as a heeling dog.
Just as suddenly, a tongue of it rushes toward Harry's face, stopping just below his chin. Close enough for the heat to be uncomfortable, but not to burn or even discolour.]
Whatever I want.
Whether Harry follows it or not, he'll hold his hand over the flame - not burning him at all, see? - then, with a sudden sweeping motion, raise his arm in a massive arc with the flame trailing along as though it were attached to his palm. And it is, as he proves when he holds his hand upright and it's still settled there. Tame and harmless as a heeling dog.
Just as suddenly, a tongue of it rushes toward Harry's face, stopping just below his chin. Close enough for the heat to be uncomfortable, but not to burn or even discolour.]
Whatever I want.
[ he doesn't want to back up. he wants to put his hands over the flames and feel the heat and take it. he doesn't listen but he's watching - eyes following the flame very carefully. drawn right into it like it's the most important thing in the room.
john controls it. john makes it bigger. john's got an endless supply of power at his fingertips and harry's excited and his heart's racing. he jerks his head back a little at the rush towards his face - involuntary reaction. two for flinching. the heat is uncomfortable but he likes it. heat. power. energy. give it give it. he inhales a breath, smile far too wide and thrilled for someone having fire shoved towards their face threatening to burn him alive if john loses control. maybe it dims a bit - maybe not. but harry's taking it in. ]
I think you have my favorite one so far! [ oh god. too loud. too excited. heavy breaths. his legs are bouncing up and down in his seat. wringing his hands around. he makes a wide gesture. you're his favorite. ]
john controls it. john makes it bigger. john's got an endless supply of power at his fingertips and harry's excited and his heart's racing. he jerks his head back a little at the rush towards his face - involuntary reaction. two for flinching. the heat is uncomfortable but he likes it. heat. power. energy. give it give it. he inhales a breath, smile far too wide and thrilled for someone having fire shoved towards their face threatening to burn him alive if john loses control. maybe it dims a bit - maybe not. but harry's taking it in. ]
I think you have my favorite one so far! [ oh god. too loud. too excited. heavy breaths. his legs are bouncing up and down in his seat. wringing his hands around. he makes a wide gesture. you're his favorite. ]
[He has literally never seen someone else as excited about fire as he gets. It's not just in the exclamation - he recognises the unnatural brightness in Harry's eyes even before the flame illuminates his face from below (an attractive angle for him, which is unusual with light), the jittery movements, the involuntary pull inward even as he appears to know on some level that fire should be driving him back. This isn't a love born from DNA, the constant pulsing of information in his mind and bloodstream, but a completely pure one.
(So he thinks. The energy is just as vital to Harry as the fire itself is to John, but from outside, he just looks like a gleeful pyromaniac. And that is appealing.)
Slowly, John wets his lips, now giving Harry just as close scrutiny. The flame withdraws back into his palm after a moment, and he snuffs it out with his fingers - can't give a child candy whenever they want or they won't appreciate it anymore. Lighter back into his pocket. The show's over.]
You've got good taste. [He smirks lazily, as though it were a compliment about anything he'd been able to control or cultivate himself, not a fluke of genetics.] Weird, now that I think of it - a pyrokinetic who's never met a firebug.
(So he thinks. The energy is just as vital to Harry as the fire itself is to John, but from outside, he just looks like a gleeful pyromaniac. And that is appealing.)
Slowly, John wets his lips, now giving Harry just as close scrutiny. The flame withdraws back into his palm after a moment, and he snuffs it out with his fingers - can't give a child candy whenever they want or they won't appreciate it anymore. Lighter back into his pocket. The show's over.]
You've got good taste. [He smirks lazily, as though it were a compliment about anything he'd been able to control or cultivate himself, not a fluke of genetics.] Weird, now that I think of it - a pyrokinetic who's never met a firebug.
[ no. come back. he swallows, hard. what a rush. there's a hand on his chest because it's pounding and he can hear it. thump thump. he thinks his hand is shaking. he's never had fire in his face before like that. it's like taking a hit out of his favorite drug. he's on his feet, idly pacing now. too much fuel. can't sit still.
he always liked fire. harry could definitely be considered a legitimate pyromaniac, if only because of what fire gives him. a rush. lights him up the same time it gets lit up. it's wild. uncontrollable (until now) and makes him want to bounce off the damn walls. ]
Thank you.
[ he does have good taste. he thinks he has good taste in everything. ]
Never? You've been missing out. I could be your first. [ take that as you will. ]
he always liked fire. harry could definitely be considered a legitimate pyromaniac, if only because of what fire gives him. a rush. lights him up the same time it gets lit up. it's wild. uncontrollable (until now) and makes him want to bounce off the damn walls. ]
Thank you.
[ he does have good taste. he thinks he has good taste in everything. ]
Never? You've been missing out. I could be your first. [ take that as you will. ]
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