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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.
I wanna make sure you don't decide asking was more polite than you had to be if all the answers you get are no.
[In other words, you're being babysat until you get fresh fake meat so that no one gets eaten.]
[In other words, you're being babysat until you get fresh fake meat so that no one gets eaten.]
[Yeah well you eat people.
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.]
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.]
That's because you might have killed me, idiot!
[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.
[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.
I know that's why you did it.
[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?
[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?
So the post wasn't a waste.
[So you don't hurt anyone. You're still not getting that there's an element of protection here, Petre.]
[So you don't hurt anyone. You're still not getting that there's an element of protection here, Petre.]
Gimme a straight answer for once, Petre. Did you feed yet? Can you?
[It doesn't look like he's going away any time soon.]
[It doesn't look like he's going away any time soon.]
[He's still tasting the wine he just drank when Cole says that.]
... 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.
... 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.
What.
[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?]
[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?]
Could just be a little bit of blood.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
How do I know that won't just make you hungrier?
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?
When I was starving? Yeah. One bite and my stomach hurt more than ever. But I didn't have any more.
[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.]
[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.]
You're serious.
[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?
[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?
[It's hardly an emergency. Petre made the post now before it ever could become one, and that was considering the fact that even the eudio representatives may not come up with an alternative solution. A brace thyselves for the apocalypse hypothetical scenario.
But then, if they couldn't make their machines work, how would they create more synthetic meat. It really wasn't all that far-fetched.]
It'll soothe me.
[a light shrug.]
But then, if they couldn't make their machines work, how would they create more synthetic meat. It really wasn't all that far-fetched.]
It'll soothe me.
[a light shrug.]
[He came here to protect Petre and the city from one another, right? What if this is what he has to do? If the alternative is someone getting eaten...
His Adam's apple bobs around a hard swallow.]
Get me a knife. A sharp one.
His Adam's apple bobs around a hard swallow.]
Get me a knife. A sharp one.
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