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WHO: Ryan and Chris
WHAT: Shooting the shit, discussing new developments
WHEN: October 24
WHERE: Senior coppertail cabin
WARNING: Pg-13 for language Bc I mean - it's Chris

A lot of things had happened in a very short amount of time and Chris would be lying if he claimed he wasn't still thoroughly annoyed about their game yesterday. Tomorrow Sy wanted to start their crazy quidditch practice schedule and Chris was honestly just fucking exhausted with everything and everyone.

He looked both exhausted and annoyed when he slunk into his cabin after classes. He noticed Ryan lounging on his bed like he belonged here and gave him a half hearted nod. "Sup?" He asked, dumping his books onto his desk. Chris was usually - oddly - tidy, especially with his own living space but he didn't give a shit how untidy that pile of books looked right now. Chris aggressively tugged free his tie and shrugged out of his uniform jacket and tossed them in the general direction of his desk before he collapsed into his bed. "Sup?" He asked again. "Already said that."

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As so frequently happened when Ryan felt the need to escape, as he had for years, he found himself wandering to Coppertale. It didn't ever occur to him that maybe Chris wouldn't want visitors. He didn't count as visitors anyway. Plus, there was a very good reason he needed to take a little break from Azurcrest today. It wasn't that Ryan didn't like his roommates, because he really did, but all three of them were buzzing about the dance in some way or another. Levi had taken to providing Ryan with a list of eligible females that he could (and should) ask. Between him and Cricket, he was starting to think he wouldn't have a choice but to go.

He was mulling this over when Chris arrived. It didn't look like he was in a terrible mood, but Ryan still wasn't the best at gauging that, nor was he was the most perceptive. "Just needed a break from dance talk," he answered, a smirk lifting his lips as Chris repeated the question. "Sup with you?"

Ryan didn't really count as visitors though the same way Ryan didn't count as a lot of things. They'd known each other for so long that friends didn't even seem like a suitable descriptior for what they were to each other. "Sy booked the pitch for nearly every day until our next game," Chris mumbled into the arm he'd thrown over his face. "Got drunk yesterday and confessed some shit about myself to him I would rather have died instead of doing. Which is annoying. Don't know if you heard but we fucking bombed Sunday. And Levi is falling in love with Honeybee in front of my eyes. Which is just.... fucking fun to watch. So... not much. Not much is going on."

Letting out a low whistle, Ryan turned his head a little so he could watch Chris in his melodramatic throes. The arm draped over his face was a nice added bonus, and it was hard not to smile; a fact he knew his friend wouldn't appreciate given that something was obviously bothering him. "Well, I suppose that's what happens when lose so badly it's physically fucking painful to watch," he mused, elbowing Chris in the hope of rousing him with the tease.

As Chris went on, however, it became obvious that Quidditch wasn't the culprit here. Or at least not entirely. "Of course I heard. I was there, asshole." Ryan couldn't believe it would even be questioned that he'd go. "It sounds like that's the opposite of fun, actually," he added after a second's pause. "And I know first hand since I'm watching it too." Turning a little, he studied Chris. "Have you told him how you feel?"

Chris lifted his arm to give Ryan a crooked smirk, making it very clear that he was joking. He knew that Ryan had probably attended every game he played. Before he dropped his arm to return to his melodrama. "I can't actually believe you know me and would assume I would do anything even close to that," he said. "It's just ... you know this is just what happens when I try to have a social life. I got too close, caught some feels. I just need to find a distraction and cleanse myself of this evil. I feel like I'm waiting for the inevitable break up speech and it's stupid. It's just a school dance that we don't even go together for. That's not our thing. He could decide Honeybee doesn't punch him in the face enough and he just can't get it up without a healthy dose of violence. They can't be nauseatingly adorable for the rest of their lives. It's just not feasible." He paused for a brief moment.

"I told the entire fucking team that I love them yesterday. Individually. I individually confessed my love to them. I need to put my hand through a wall to regain my composure. It's just gotta happen."

"Hey man, I'm just wondering since you're in here all heartbroken and shit. Maybe confessions have been added to the mix," he said, holding up his hands as if in surrender. Ryan would never seriously belittle his friend's pain, of course, but they couldn't make it easy for each other. Not where feelings were involved. As if Chris had been able tor read his thoughts, the next words out of his mouth echoed the musings perfectly. Nodding along was difficult given that he was laying down, but he was somehow managing it anyway. There really wasn't anything else to say until he heard everything out.

"That's what I've been saying all this time," he said when there was a pause. "That social life will get you eventually. It's why I try not to have one." Ryan, of course, was really bad at making people hate him, however. He blamed it on an inherent desire to not be like either of his parents.

A snort escaped him, breaking him out of his inner musings once more as he realized what Chris had said. "Even Sy?"