[what. who. Petre isn't expecting anyone - even less now that people are asking him if he eats... other people. So when someone, he's definitely feeling confused. Give him a moment to stare and walk up to see through the spy hole before it swings open.]
[he just stares, not intimidated, just perplexed. Petre can't be sure of what he's talking about because Cole didn't reply to that post, so. What is this?
... oh. Well. Petre shrugs then moves his hands to start unbuttoning his shirt.]
Stop it. [It's snapped out, his hand lashing out to swat Petre's away from his shirt.] You've really got no idea why I'm here, huh. That wrapped up in yourself.
You told me it can get bad. You needed a bag right there when we fought. Ever stop to think that maybe I'm protecting you, too?
[It's a berserker fit he wants to prevent, not Petre just strolling out the door and munching on the next person he sees. He knows full well that Petre's incentive is too important for him to do it on a whim.
And yes, he's got his gun tucked into the back of his belt, but he didn't pull it this time.]
[He's even throwing out an arm, wine bottle in his other hand. Not even vodka this time. Petre what is wrong with you.]
I'm fine. The reason I even made that post is because I want to avoid maiming anybody. I'm not going 'berserk' [adding airquotes just to be bitchy] any time soon. So I don't need your protection, thanks.
[Cole thought it spoke to a kind of desperation, going that far, even as casually and ridiculously as Petre did it (because Petre does everything ridiculously.) He's still not totally sure it didn't.]
Why - so you can track them down and convince them not to do it? Tell them how much of a terrible person I really am, that I can't be trusted? [he grimaces, because how dumb do you think this demon is. Actually, he's pretty dumb.] Please.
[No one has ever done anything to protect Petre except for Diana. They're too busy trying to protect themselves from the demon! So forgive him if he doesn't buy any of it.]
[No inflection. This is the first time he's really felt threatened by Petre, truly threatened, with that light in his eye and his words. What if it's already gone too far, and it just doesn't look like a snarling, rabid mess? What the fuck did he do, coming here?]
[And he decides he will get himself a glass after all. Cole, too. So he lets him stew on that thought (and fear) while he pours the both of them some of that wine, walking over to hand Cole a drink.]
Your blood. I mean - if you heal faster, then it's bound to work better, too. Right?
[He accepts the glass, but he's not sure how he holds it in such numb fingers. Fingers that are also itching for his gun, except that he knows it'll do nothing - maybe even make him more likely to snap into a rage.
Just a little bit of blood. Oh, this is fucked up. This is as fucked up as they've gotten yet, by far.]
[Cole knew he was serious all along. But somehow, for some reason, he has to say that out loud. Voice the fact that this is something they're considering.]
[action]
KNOCK KNOCK.]
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... hi?
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For someone who doesn't want a babysitter, you sure as hell need one most of the time.
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... oh. Well. Petre shrugs then moves his hands to start unbuttoning his shirt.]
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Or you could just fucking tell me? I haven't pissed off anybody. Definitely none of your buddies. So what do you want.
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[In other words, you're being babysat until you get fresh fake meat so that no one gets eaten.]
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... You're serious. That's it? That's why you came? Because you think I'm gonna go out and eat someone?
[shoves Cole a bit by the chest, then moves away because he needs a drink.]
You're such an asshole.
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He follows, not relenting a bit.]
You told me it can get bad. You needed a bag right there when we fought. Ever stop to think that maybe I'm protecting you, too?
[It's a berserker fit he wants to prevent, not Petre just strolling out the door and munching on the next person he sees. He knows full well that Petre's incentive is too important for him to do it on a whim.
And yes, he's got his gun tucked into the back of his belt, but he didn't pull it this time.]
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[He's even throwing out an arm, wine bottle in his other hand. Not even vodka this time. Petre what is wrong with you.]
I'm fine. The reason I even made that post is because I want to avoid maiming anybody. I'm not going 'berserk' [adding airquotes just to be bitchy] any time soon. So I don't need your protection, thanks.
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[Cole thought it spoke to a kind of desperation, going that far, even as casually and ridiculously as Petre did it (because Petre does everything ridiculously.) He's still not totally sure it didn't.]
Any takers yet?
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[So you don't hurt anyone. You're still not getting that there's an element of protection here, Petre.]
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Certainly wasn't that.
[Swiiiiig.]
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[It doesn't look like he's going away any time soon.]
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[there. u happy.]
Why, are you offering?
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I heal fast. I don't regenerate.
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... That's right.
[And he tongues his teeth, eyeing him in a different kind of regard. Considering him, which is never a good thing. He forgot he healed differently.]
It doesn't have to be flesh. Not at first.
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[No inflection. This is the first time he's really felt threatened by Petre, truly threatened, with that light in his eye and his words. What if it's already gone too far, and it just doesn't look like a snarling, rabid mess? What the fuck did he do, coming here?]
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[And he decides he will get himself a glass after all. Cole, too. So he lets him stew on that thought (and fear) while he pours the both of them some of that wine, walking over to hand Cole a drink.]
Your blood. I mean - if you heal faster, then it's bound to work better, too. Right?
[He drinks, eyes on the other man.]
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Just a little bit of blood. Oh, this is fucked up. This is as fucked up as they've gotten yet, by far.]
How do I know that won't just make you hungrier?
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Do you get hungrier when you eat?
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[He just - doesn't want to look like a buffet at any point while he's here. This is the most amazingly fine line to walk.]
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[Drinking some mo'.]
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[Cole knew he was serious all along. But somehow, for some reason, he has to say that out loud. Voice the fact that this is something they're considering.]
It'll keep you - it's good enough?
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