Jean-Paul. (du_nord) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-05-27 09:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | colossus, northstar |
Who: Jean-Paul and Piotr.
When: Thursday morning.
Where: Piotr's dorm.
What: Meeting to paint, to talk, and to see what will happen next.
Rating: At least an R for sexual content.
It wasn't long after breakfast that Jean-Paul made his way to Piotr's dorm room for their scheduled meeting. The Russian was roommates with the gorgeous winged Warren, which would be a double reason to visit their room once Warren returned to the school from doing his publicity stunt or whatever the whole visibility/education thing meant to him. This also meant that Jean-Paul and Piotr were neighbors, in rooms 6 and 8, which made it very natural for him to go next door to visit, right? Right. He was hoping, depending on how today went, that he'd have occasion to visit there often. His talks with Raymonde, in which Piotr now came up more often than JP would like to admit, had convinced him to at least follow this to see where it led. It wasn't as though he had many other things to occupy his time at this school, and attempting a romance (even an illicit one with a straight or mostly-straight boy, if that was how it turned out) would at least keep him occupied.
He was freshly showered, well-groomed and neatly dressed, wearing slim dark trousers and a fitted deep red shirt that made an attractive contrast to his fair skin and brought out his dark hair and eyes. Prepared for any eventuality, he had a white shirt and a grey one over his arm as well, in case Piotr would rather see him in a different outfit. He smoothed down the shirt he wore to catch any wrinkles before knocking on the door. It wasn't that Jean-Paul was nervous -- certainly not! -- but he did want to make the best impression possible. Anyway, Piotr had caught him off guard before by flirting unexpectedly; this time around, JP was confident that he would keep the upper hand. If the way to do that was to be perfectly turned out at every moment, well, that wasn't a difficulty for Jean-Paul. He was used to being looked at and admired, and he knew how to keep all eyes on him when it served his purposes.