LOCATIONS

[farrowday]

(placeholder-- will have toplevels for common locations, players welcome to add their own for private spots like dorms)

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He nearly jumps out of his skin when Petre starts talking, then rolls onto his back again so ungracefully that it'll be clear he was on his side from all the rustling.

Beautiful. Very smooth.]

I'm relaxed. You actually did shut up for once.

[broil]

[To which he opens his eyes and rolls his head, brows quirked like John just mentioned the sky happens to be green. That doesn't change his tone, though; he sounds like his usual self, no confusion anywhere.]

So did you. Does that count as hell freezing over?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I actually can be relaxed and quiet when you're not around. You're just always around lately.

[It's not really true - he almost never makes it all the way to relaxed. And Petre probably knows him well enough to know that, given how he sees right through him. But he only meets that stare for a second before turning away and closing his own eyes again.]

[broil]

[Lips spread and show teeth; the smile reaches his eyes but doesn't manifest in a laugh. He shakes his head and relaxes back into his previous position.]

You're so full of shit. Bet you you could smoke an entire football field of weed and you'd still be all worked up.

[And then he points at nowhere, like he just remembered -]

I have a solution for that, too. It involves your hand and a box of tissues.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

At least you're not offering yourself as the solution anymore. We're making real progress here.

[And he was well acquainted with that solution in his time between roommates. He's just not mentioning that.]

[broil]

Now, see - that wouldn't work, because I wouldn't let you relax. You're hotter when you're angry.

[Hate sex, Johnny, it's the only way.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[A hot flush runs through his body, and he drapes an arm casually over his face in case it reaches his cheeks. Well. That backfired. It had seemed like progress, but that was a stupid thought.

One night. One night has dismantled everything. He should be angry, or snarky, but now he's just off-balance.]

Also because it'd never happen. I'll stick to my hand.

[Well, it's a bit of a zing.]

[broil]

[he snaps his fingers.]

Almost got you there.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Any other big plans for the day? [He sits up, pulls his hoodie back on without zipping it up. He's getting restless already, putting a pretty big lie to his statement that he can relax pretty much ever. He thinks that if they're doing something, though, maybe he'll be distracted from how heavy Petre's presence is now.]

[broil]

[He lets out a sigh, almost too lazy to answer. Definitely too lazy to ask John what he's thinking anymore. He's fond of guessing for himself, anyway.]

Not a thing. It's my day off.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Well, I'm not sitting around anymore. Enjoy the spot.

[Stretching and then bending his legs, arms bent behind him to push himself up.]

[broil]

[A frown. He blinks slowly, grimacing a bit at the light - and what John said.]

But you still haven't made it up to me.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

What do you want? You seriously want me just sitting here with you all day?

[He's lucky in that it would've been an annoying demand at any point in their "friendship," so his irritation doesn't stand out too strongly as unusual.]

[broil]

Of course I do! What if I get bored?

[Don't leave me John.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Then do something more interesting.

[He's not standing, though, now just sitting with his bent knees pulled up to his chest.]

I usually sit out here alone. [It's weird having you here.]

[broil]

[He flaps his hand, bored again. Like he's talking to a servant, if he ever had one.]

Then just pretend you're alone right now. I was doing so well at shutting up.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[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.]