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I posted this in the wrong journal last night. Clearly, I am an idiot.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr has been in his bedroom ever since he returned from the second mini course. Currently he opens the door, and pads out, barefoot, into the common room, looking generally unhappy. He smiles a bit when he sees Warren, however.* Hi Warren...

angelusworth: *Warren is slouched on an ottoman in the living room with a biology book in his lap and a drink on the table next to him. He lifts his head when Piotr comes in the room, and smiles slightly. He's tired from Emma's psychic defense class, and it shows.* Hey, Piotr. How are you feeling?

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr shrugs a bit, he has several answers, but chooses just one* Tired. *He flops down on the couch next to Warren's ottoman, and sighs. He looks over to Warren again.* What are you reading?

angelusworth: Yeah, me too. *he lifts the book off his lap to show Piotr the cover -- it's a heavy hardcover, entitled Avian Biochemistry and Molecular Biology.* Just trying to decide what I want to teach this summer.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr looks at the cover, and realizes he only knows two words, 'and' and 'biology'. He's felt mentally a wreck from the past few days events and the psychic defense class, and is now reminded again of the great Barrier in his life that is learning English.* I can not read that. *he sounds angry, and considers just going back to bed*

angelusworth: *raises an eyebrow at the tone of Piotr's voice, and drops the book back into his lap.* It's about the body chemistry and biology of birds . . . seeing as I am, you know, pretty birdlike. *closes the book, and sets it on the table next to him.* Are you all right?

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr rubs at his temple, and shakes his head a bit* No. I feel like... I do not know. I feel like I am going crazy. *he pauses, takes a heavy breath, trying to relax* I probably just need sleep. And I will take your class, even if I am too old.

angelusworth: *reaches out and rubs Piotr's knee* I know you'll be there, you're a good guy like that. And if you're tired, then you should go to bed. Do you want a cup of hot chocolate, or tea?

piotr rasputin x: *blushes, and silently berates himself for reacting like that to a normal touch* I cannot seem to sleep, though. *remembering what Sam said, about how he should tell Warren how he feels, he tries to gather his courage. He places a hand over Warren's.* Hot chocolate would be nice. And.. Warren, I want to tell you.. um.. something... *he looks over at Warren, into his eyes, but can't seem to find the words he wants to say and just stares*

angelusworth: Not being able to sleep is incredibly shitty. *the corner of Warren's mouth lifts slightly, and he squeezes Piotr's fingers before standing up and walking into the kitchenette.* And I'll be here all night, so . . .

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr watches Warren get up, looking crestfallen. He tries to think of a better way to bring something like this up.* Uh... Warren. You have had many of girlfriends, yes?

angelusworth: *pulls a box of hot cocoa mix out of the cupboard above the microwave, and looks around for a clean coffee mug. there's one on a small wooden tree by the sink, and he snags it and fills it with water.* I guess you could say that, sure. None since I came here, because I've been really focused on my studies, and most of the girls I've met here are just . . . I don't know, man. *puts the cup in the microwave, and starts it.*

piotr rasputin x: *watches him make the cocoa, and snuggles into the couch a bit* What are they?

angelusworth: *waves a hand absently in Piotr's direction, and get a spoon out of a drawer.* For the most part, they're young and silly. Or, they're older and way too serious, so I just hang out with the guys.

piotr rasputin x: Oh... *considers his answer* If there was.. a girl you would like, you would ask her on a date, though? Or is there too much studying?

angelusworth: *laughs* There's no thing as too much studying, my friend. *he pulls the coffee cup out of the microwave and pours the contents of a cocoa pouch in it; stirring it, he comes back into the living area and sits on the couch next to Piotr.* If there was one, I'd ask her. If I thought she was interested.

piotr rasputin x: *looks over at Warren, a serious expression on his face* How do you know when someone is interested?

angelusworth: *holds the cup out towards Piotr, and shrugs.* I guess it's just something you know. If they seem to enjoy spending time with you, and make time to hang out with you, talk about the things you're both interested in and ask you about yourself, flirt with you a lot . . . those are all signs. Why, is there someone you're thinking about asking out on a date? *He smiles, hoping he looks supportive of this line of questioning.*

piotr rasputin x: *takes the cup, breathing in it's warm chocolate smell. He thinks about what Warren said, and knows most of it could apply to him.. but he isn't a girl. He can't bring himself to tell, and just shakes his head, looking glum* No. *he sips at the drink* Thank you for the cocoa.

angelusworth: Anytime. *he watches Piotr closely for a minute, before sighing and placing his hand on Piotr's arm.* You know you can talk to me if anything's bothering you, right?

piotr rasputin x: *looks back to Warren, and nods* I know, Warren. You are my best friend. I.. just.. I do not think I want to talk about... this, right now. Maybe tomorrow.

angelusworth: *nods and rubs Piotr's arm gently, and then stands up and stretches out his back.* I think I'm going to bed, then -- I could definitely use a good eight hours of sleep. *looks down at Piotr and wrinkles his forehead* Are you going to try and get back to sleep soon, too? I have a feeling these classes are only going to get tougher.

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr closes his eyes at the arm rub, and opens them when Warren gets up. He nods a bit, not looking up from his drink* After the cocoa... goodnight, Warren.

angelusworth: *reaches out and runs his fingers through Piotr's hair, briefly resting his hand on the top of Piotr's head.* Night, Piotr. *pulls his hand away and picks up his book from the table, and heads for his room.*