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( tyrell's in a bad mood.
the network post did mostly harm and very little good and he feels too heavy on his bones, like his skeleton can't hold him up. he smashes a plate he just bought because he feels closed-off and oppressed and tiny and nasty and then he smashes another one because he just bought that plate why did he smash it and the only thing stopping him from smashing another after that is the bubble of blood that squeezes out from the tip of his index finger which he puts in his mouth while he's crouching down to pick up the broken shards with his free hand.
when he gets to petre's and hits the doorbell he's still feeling like a clockwork toy wound up too tight. he doesn't want to do any harm, wishes joanna was here so he had a throat to put his teeth and his hands on. if this is just so he can get a drink then he'll be disappointed because he remembers the tone of petre's voice at the halloween party and if that wasn't flirting then he's misread the situation by a country mile.
the door opens. he says ) Hi. ( and then ) I like red wine.
the network post did mostly harm and very little good and he feels too heavy on his bones, like his skeleton can't hold him up. he smashes a plate he just bought because he feels closed-off and oppressed and tiny and nasty and then he smashes another one because he just bought that plate why did he smash it and the only thing stopping him from smashing another after that is the bubble of blood that squeezes out from the tip of his index finger which he puts in his mouth while he's crouching down to pick up the broken shards with his free hand.
when he gets to petre's and hits the doorbell he's still feeling like a clockwork toy wound up too tight. he doesn't want to do any harm, wishes joanna was here so he had a throat to put his teeth and his hands on. if this is just so he can get a drink then he'll be disappointed because he remembers the tone of petre's voice at the halloween party and if that wasn't flirting then he's misread the situation by a country mile.
the door opens. he says ) Hi. ( and then ) I like red wine.
[ Unsurprisingly, Petre is impeccably dressed when he opens the door, though Tyrell will find that it's not Tom Ford he's got on. Or Prada, for that matter - but it's definitely not a cheap wizard costume, so that's an improvement in itself.
The smile plastered on his face is anything but harmless, but welcoming all the same. With a slight tilt of his head, lips stretching to a grin, he all but voices an aww at this dramatic reveal. Look what the cat dragged in after all!
There's a meaningful look at the bandaged finger, slow to return his gaze to his guest. ]
As long as it's red, right.
[ Like blood, get it. Stepping aside, ]
Come on in.
The smile plastered on his face is anything but harmless, but welcoming all the same. With a slight tilt of his head, lips stretching to a grin, he all but voices an aww at this dramatic reveal. Look what the cat dragged in after all!
There's a meaningful look at the bandaged finger, slow to return his gaze to his guest. ]
As long as it's red, right.
[ Like blood, get it. Stepping aside, ]
Come on in.
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