[ 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. ]
( tyrell shoots him a look and steps around him inside. it's a beautiful place, open and cavernous and if he'd been in a different mood he would have wanted to look around, enjoy the space. as it stands he just shrugs off his jacket and folds it over his arm, the corner of the band-aid on his finger catching the collar of the jacket and lifting up. he breathes out a noise and presses it back down. )
[ Petre, on the other hand, would very much like to snatch that band-aid off and see how fresh the wound still is. He supposes he'll need more restraint if he's going to get more pleasant things from this encounter, though, taking Tyrell's jacket to let it rest neatly on the curve of a couch's back. It's leather, and not even the cheap kind. ]
I only kiss and tell if it's shit, don't worry.
[ Obviously not what the other man meant - or just not everything he meant - but the grin Petre flashes makes the truthfulness/seriousness of that statement ambiguous. Annoyingly so. ]
My room. My housemates don't like it when I entertain guests in common areas.
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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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-- it goes without saying, this stays between us.
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I only kiss and tell if it's shit, don't worry.
[ Obviously not what the other man meant - or just not everything he meant - but the grin Petre flashes makes the truthfulness/seriousness of that statement ambiguous. Annoyingly so. ]
My room. My housemates don't like it when I entertain guests in common areas.
[ ''''''entertain'''''''' ]