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]

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.]