[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.
Oh, so you're gonna make me a nice person? [He slides a hand into his pocket, smirking broadly.] Good luck with that. If it works, make sure you get on the payroll here, 'cause they've been beating their heads against that brick wall for two years.
[And his lighter's out, a massive jet of flame shooting out and weaving a precise spiral up one of the basketball court's hoops. It slides up through the net in reverse, not even singing the actual rope, then curls back down and crashes into the cement. That leaves a scorch mark, but fuck it, it's an outdoor court.]
No. You can be a jerk just not a full blown dick. Specifically to me. Because I am really nice and fun and didn't deserve that. Also I am not taking shit.
[ he shuffles his feet idly and dusts something off his shirt - not exactly expecting john to suddenly shoot that much fire through hoops. it's a spike of energy he wasn't prepped for. last time there was a lead up - the flame being out for a moment before anything was done to it. boom. fire. it's an awesome trick too.
he dropped his bag and just stares at john with his mouth open and a hand on his heart, which sped up considerably. goodness gracious great balls of fire. ]
How many points is that? [ he went through the hoop. that's points. ]
[He rolls his eyes.] Right. Just keep me up to date on my rank, I'll watch that.
[But he knew his show would be impressive, both in terms of energy and display, so soon enough he's grinning again and drawing a bit more flame into his palm for his next shot.]
Through the net backwards? Probably negative points. Good thing I don't give a shit about sports.
[This time the fire shoots straight upward in two separate strands, twisting together like DNA, all the way above the highest roof of the mansion before they spread apart, then bend and come together in a massive explosion. Nothing is remotely damaged or touched, but he still mutters:]
[ massive explosions. he's going to burst. harry's fidgety now - gripping hands at his sides - flexing them. his eyes are big and completely focused, following the fire john makes with his eyes, breathing quickly. he loves this. it's madness. he thinks the fire is incredible, loves seeing the explosion. loves the feeling he gets from it. the warmth - the energy - the power. like your insides are burning up.
and a lot for him. a lot. a little much for the middle of the day when he's got nothing to do. he is so not sleeping tonight. he'll be up for hours. hell, he might be up all week if john keeps this going. he's fanning himself with one of his hands, and moving next to john ]
Okay, I think I'm tripping balls now. Was the explosion needed?
Too much? [He flips his lighter closed - it's not enough for him, but he'll get the rest out later.] I do this every time I get out of there. That explosion barely made up for three hours of pages turning as my soundtrack, okay.
[He crosses his arms over his chest and watches Harry jitter away with a sharp grin.]
Besides, you're my best audience. You deserve the best.
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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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[And his lighter's out, a massive jet of flame shooting out and weaving a precise spiral up one of the basketball court's hoops. It slides up through the net in reverse, not even singing the actual rope, then curls back down and crashes into the cement. That leaves a scorch mark, but fuck it, it's an outdoor court.]
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[ he shuffles his feet idly and dusts something off his shirt - not exactly expecting john to suddenly shoot that much fire through hoops. it's a spike of energy he wasn't prepped for. last time there was a lead up - the flame being out for a moment before anything was done to it. boom. fire. it's an awesome trick too.
he dropped his bag and just stares at john with his mouth open and a hand on his heart, which sped up considerably. goodness gracious great balls of fire. ]
How many points is that? [ he went through the hoop. that's points. ]
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[But he knew his show would be impressive, both in terms of energy and display, so soon enough he's grinning again and drawing a bit more flame into his palm for his next shot.]
Through the net backwards? Probably negative points. Good thing I don't give a shit about sports.
[This time the fire shoots straight upward in two separate strands, twisting together like DNA, all the way above the highest roof of the mansion before they spread apart, then bend and come together in a massive explosion. Nothing is remotely damaged or touched, but he still mutters:]
I'm gonna get shit for that one.
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and a lot for him. a lot. a little much for the middle of the day when he's got nothing to do. he is so not sleeping tonight. he'll be up for hours. hell, he might be up all week if john keeps this going. he's fanning himself with one of his hands, and moving next to john ]
Okay, I think I'm tripping balls now. Was the explosion needed?
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[He crosses his arms over his chest and watches Harry jitter away with a sharp grin.]
Besides, you're my best audience. You deserve the best.
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