[ harry gives an exaggerated shrug in response. it's not his fault john's playing a strange game here and threw himself on the floor to avoid touching him.
and now he really can't leave it alone. he waits till john is out of site again then gets up, grabs a random book, and pretends to put it back - rounding a shelf to cut john off wherever he's at now ]
What gives? You fucking with me?
[ of course, he's taking it personally instead of finding another reason for it. people avoid touching him all the time. he's had this game played before. the one where people risk injury just because they think he'll kill them if they so much as let him lay a finger on them. or the one that don't think it's that bad but they cringe away because he'll tire them out when they certainly need to be alert. he's been here long enough now that more of his peers figured it out. the desk next to him stays empty until someone has no other seat left to choose from half the time. unless rogue's in the class - then he'll just sit next to her.
but john knows it isn't that bad... so he's purposely messing him. clearly. he must be. harry thinks he's possibly being mocked right now. he's still smiling, keeping a well-practice friendly sort of tone. curious -- but there's an obvious hint of him being utterly annoyed by this. right in his eyes. ]
[John whirls around and jabs a finger at Harry's chest, which slides neatly off to one side just before it can make contact. Like he's got a teflon bubble around him. He tried this time, and it still couldn't be done.]
You got into Petre's head, you jackass. [It's a struggle to keep his voice down, but he's at a nearly inaudible whisper out of necessity.] Made him think he had competition. All of a sudden he goes "if I can't have you no one can" psycho and this happens - I can't touch or be touched by anyone but him.
[And then a sidelong glare at the bookshelf, because this really is stupid.]
[ it's infinitely better than being mocked. he didn't see it coming. he blinks and looks down at where a finger should've made contact with his chest but instead curves off and pokes pure air. ]
What? [ he puts his eyes back on john, brows raised into his hair in surprise. he's being blamed for the insane action of someone else. his doppelganger insanity, as a matter of fact. ]
I didn't know you guys were that sort of complicated. I probably shouldn't have broke his headboard then. [ he's shrugging and then biting his lip to keep himself from being heard. he's shaking with quiet giggles, at risk of bursting out into full blown laughter. ]
So he thinks I'm out to have some kind of relationship with you? [ he's reaching a finger out to poke him again. just to see how bad john will jerk away now ] Did you tell him that? You need to get over yourself, John.
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.]
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. ]
[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.
[ 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.
Okay, he's just your creepy stalker. No relationship. I had no idea that's what complicated was.
[ he DEFINITELY doesn't do complicated then. there's a pause then he moves one of his hands near john again - but he's not trying to touch him though. he's aiming to put it next to him and see how close he can get before john recoils. he rolls his eyes ]
That's so unfair to me. You're like a walking battery. C'mon man.
What did I just say. [Twitching away, since the movement is so slow.] You're not getting past it. Might as well have a forcefield.
And you think I haven't tried talking him out of it? I spent the whole night trying to talk him out of it. Go to him if it's so unfair to you, maybe he'll listen to you.
Okay but ...what if I tackled you? Like you can't avoid that. Or you were sleeping and I went to do it? Would you wake up? Is it only skin contact or can I touch your shirt? What if I was holding a stick and poked you with it? Does that count as touching you if it's an extension of my arm? What if a trans person goes to touch you? Do you react based on their biology or on their self-identity? Or would it be your first impression of them? What if I had a prosthetic and touched you with it? What if I shape shifted? Can a male animal touch you or does it have to be a human?
[ asking the hard questions, rambling on a bit and tilting to the side while looking at him. ]
[He listens to all of this with a long-suffering, irritable expression.]
It's not my mutation. How the hell would I know? But if you tackle me, you'll be ashes before we hit the ground, so don't even try it. [Empty threat - he's got no lighter. That fact makes his hand flex with renewed frustration.] I - assume it's all about my perception. It's a kind of telepathic suggestion, what he does.
Yeah, right. [ that threat is empty. so much so harry just shakes his head at it. he doubts even if he had fire to burn him with, he wouldn't do it. he'd be too relieved harry managed to find a loophole to a command, most likely ]
You know the solution to this is just go sleep with some girls.
How does that help anything? [He leans against the nearest shelf, eyebrow up.] Yeah, it's fun, but Petre doesn't care about that. Otherwise he would've said don't touch anyone. He's specifically keeping me away from dudes, and you're proving really well how annoying that's gonna get after awhile.
Because he thinks dudes are a threat. He thinks you like them more. Or... a certain one more. So go get a girl and prove him wrong. [ he makes a gesture at him. do the thing ]
Or proposition him for a threesome with another guy and he has to take it off for proper enjoyment.
Anything that involves screwing him is off the table. [Quick, flat, and definite. Threesome is a no.
He narrows his eyes at the first suggestion, though.] Yeah, prove him wrong or make him really go off the deep end and make sure I can't touch anyone. I'll try it, but if this backfires, it's on you.
[There's also the fact that... well, no one in the school really likes him all that much, and he's had singularly bad luck with girls since arriving. They're not so quick to agree to something as casual as he wants. But he'll give it a try.]
Excuse me for existing and bringing a dark cloud of doom and gloom with me everywhere.
[ waves his hands next to his head and laughs dryly. he drops his hands right after then turns around, sighing ]
Ugh. Forget it. Changed my mind about being helpful. I'll go stick a bag over my head so you don't have to see my face and maybe I'll suffocate myself with it for kicks.
[ he's walking off to go sit near his study group again but they left, figuring he was done with them for the day. welp. ]
Harry. [And in full voice when he doesn't stop.] Harry.
[Allerdyce, could you and your friend at least take your discussion outside of the library? It's effectively being let off early, but sometimes teachers just get frustrated to the point where they don't particularly want to be there for the punishment either. He collects his lighter, then approaches Harry again and nods his head toward the door. He won't say any more here for fear of bringing down a new punishment, but the gesture is obviously asking if they can continue the conversation.
[ harry's arms are folded and his expression completely dull. tired. he's just sluggishly collecting his things, slinging a his bag over his shoulder he left hanging on the chair he was in. he does blink at john a few times though, spares the teacher a glance before shaking his head but following john out after getting the nod.
sure. they can continue. it really isn't like he has anything better to do. ]
This better be you taking back the comment about my face being stupid.
You are both the vainest pricks - [He throws his arms out at his sides in irritable disbelief, then just shrugs.]
- yeah, okay, your face isn't stupid. You're actually both very fucking pretty and it pisses me off. What I was going to say is that I know Petre's not your fault. Most people just don't listen to my shit for long enough to call me on it.
[With a sidelong glance toward Harry, he angles for the front door.]
C'mon. I need to blow off some steam, and you'll like it.
[ harry's look gets duller at him, a little more annoyed when he starts talking but then it eases up. he smiles at being called pretty for a second ]
Duh. Obviously it's not my fault. I've been saying it the entire time. [ he moves a hair out of his face and shrugs again ] They should listen like I do otherwise you're not going to realize how big of a dick you are.
[It's nothing exciting to him, just firing off some blasts from his lighter and maybe seeing how he can shape and quickly direct them, but Harry got a ridiculous high from the tiny bit he could do inside. This should jack him up for the week.]
I'm in a situation here, man. How does that make me a dick? Who'd be rational about having a crazy stalker put a forcefield around them?
[ he glances up to check the sky when they're out, counting clouds maybe before looking back at him. ]
Just because you're in a situation doesn't mean you can act like an asshole to people not in your situation, mmkay? No excuse for dickhole behavior unless you're like... actually dying.
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and now he really can't leave it alone. he waits till john is out of site again then gets up, grabs a random book, and pretends to put it back - rounding a shelf to cut john off wherever he's at now ]
What gives? You fucking with me?
[ of course, he's taking it personally instead of finding another reason for it. people avoid touching him all the time. he's had this game played before. the one where people risk injury just because they think he'll kill them if they so much as let him lay a finger on them. or the one that don't think it's that bad but they cringe away because he'll tire them out when they certainly need to be alert. he's been here long enough now that more of his peers figured it out. the desk next to him stays empty until someone has no other seat left to choose from half the time. unless rogue's in the class - then he'll just sit next to her.
but john knows it isn't that bad... so he's purposely messing him. clearly. he must be. harry thinks he's possibly being mocked right now. he's still smiling, keeping a well-practice friendly sort of tone. curious -- but there's an obvious hint of him being utterly annoyed by this. right in his eyes. ]
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You got into Petre's head, you jackass. [It's a struggle to keep his voice down, but he's at a nearly inaudible whisper out of necessity.] Made him think he had competition. All of a sudden he goes "if I can't have you no one can" psycho and this happens - I can't touch or be touched by anyone but him.
[And then a sidelong glare at the bookshelf, because this really is stupid.]
Any guys.
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What? [ he puts his eyes back on john, brows raised into his hair in surprise. he's being blamed for the insane action of someone else. his doppelganger insanity, as a matter of fact. ]
I didn't know you guys were that sort of complicated. I probably shouldn't have broke his headboard then. [ he's shrugging and then biting his lip to keep himself from being heard. he's shaking with quiet giggles, at risk of bursting out into full blown laughter. ]
So he thinks I'm out to have some kind of relationship with you? [ he's reaching a finger out to poke him again. just to see how bad john will jerk away now ] Did you tell him that? You need to get over yourself, John.
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[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.
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.
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The point is, I'm not making contact with any guys until he gets his fucking panties out of a twist. So stop trying to touch me.
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[ he DEFINITELY doesn't do complicated then. there's a pause then he moves one of his hands near john again - but he's not trying to touch him though. he's aiming to put it next to him and see how close he can get before john recoils. he rolls his eyes ]
That's so unfair to me. You're like a walking battery. C'mon man.
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And you think I haven't tried talking him out of it? I spent the whole night trying to talk him out of it. Go to him if it's so unfair to you, maybe he'll listen to you.
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[ asking the hard questions, rambling on a bit and tilting to the side while looking at him. ]
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It's not my mutation. How the hell would I know? But if you tackle me, you'll be ashes before we hit the ground, so don't even try it. [Empty threat - he's got no lighter. That fact makes his hand flex with renewed frustration.] I - assume it's all about my perception. It's a kind of telepathic suggestion, what he does.
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You know the solution to this is just go sleep with some girls.
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Or proposition him for a threesome with another guy and he has to take it off for proper enjoyment.
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He narrows his eyes at the first suggestion, though.] Yeah, prove him wrong or make him really go off the deep end and make sure I can't touch anyone. I'll try it, but if this backfires, it's on you.
[There's also the fact that... well, no one in the school really likes him all that much, and he's had singularly bad luck with girls since arriving. They're not so quick to agree to something as casual as he wants. But he'll give it a try.]
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Wow, no. Don't blame me. Did you not learn anything today? I'm trying to help. Zero things resulting from Petre are my fault.
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[Yeah, John's a huge brat. Welcome to that side of his personality. Which he reinforces by pulling a face right back.]
Maybe you didn't do it on purpose, but it's your fault. You and your stupid fucking face.
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Excuse me for existing and bringing a dark cloud of doom and gloom with me everywhere.
[ waves his hands next to his head and laughs dryly. he drops his hands right after then turns around, sighing ]
Ugh. Forget it. Changed my mind about being helpful. I'll go stick a bag over my head so you don't have to see my face and maybe I'll suffocate myself with it for kicks.
[ he's walking off to go sit near his study group again but they left, figuring he was done with them for the day. welp. ]
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Harry. [And in full voice when he doesn't stop.] Harry.
[Allerdyce, could you and your friend at least take your discussion outside of the library? It's effectively being let off early, but sometimes teachers just get frustrated to the point where they don't particularly want to be there for the punishment either. He collects his lighter, then approaches Harry again and nods his head toward the door. He won't say any more here for fear of bringing down a new punishment, but the gesture is obviously asking if they can continue the conversation.
And to his credit, he looks a bit contrite.]
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sure. they can continue. it really isn't like he has anything better to do. ]
This better be you taking back the comment about my face being stupid.
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- yeah, okay, your face isn't stupid. You're actually both very fucking pretty and it pisses me off. What I was going to say is that I know Petre's not your fault. Most people just don't listen to my shit for long enough to call me on it.
[With a sidelong glance toward Harry, he angles for the front door.]
C'mon. I need to blow off some steam, and you'll like it.
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Duh. Obviously it's not my fault. I've been saying it the entire time. [ he moves a hair out of his face and shrugs again ] They should listen like I do otherwise you're not going to realize how big of a dick you are.
[ he's still following closely ]
Okay, what are we doing?
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[It's nothing exciting to him, just firing off some blasts from his lighter and maybe seeing how he can shape and quickly direct them, but Harry got a ridiculous high from the tiny bit he could do inside. This should jack him up for the week.]
I'm in a situation here, man. How does that make me a dick? Who'd be rational about having a crazy stalker put a forcefield around them?
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[ he glances up to check the sky when they're out, counting clouds maybe before looking back at him. ]
Just because you're in a situation doesn't mean you can act like an asshole to people not in your situation, mmkay? No excuse for dickhole behavior unless you're like... actually dying.
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