[He shoots another glare at Petre, but only because he's right. He should've let them go a long time ago, and usually pretends he does. Having this forced out of him is galling to say the least.
And if it were anyone else, he might not turn down that offer. Lugging the suitcase around didn't do wonders for his shoulder muscles either, one side of which he's now kneading with a scowl.]
Yeah. I know.
I'm not forgetting, though. Not until I can find them again and finish what I started.
[His eyes dart toward the bathroom door. Maybe a shower'll relax him, since the doors lock, thank god...]
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And if it were anyone else, he might not turn down that offer. Lugging the suitcase around didn't do wonders for his shoulder muscles either, one side of which he's now kneading with a scowl.]
Yeah. I know.
I'm not forgetting, though. Not until I can find them again and finish what I started.
[His eyes dart toward the bathroom door. Maybe a shower'll relax him, since the doors lock, thank god...]