[ if he wasn't so intrigued, he'd be insulted and start acting as casual as possible. feed petre back dull tones and equally judging expressions. but he doesn't. he's following him with his eyes instead, a smile fixed on his face that's almost tired. all genuine though. genuine interest. genuine amusement. genuine excitement there's someone else that similar.
he gets it, he thinks. from petre's view he's someone with his face with piles of money. who wouldn't judge that? everyone judges that even if it doesn't have their face. it must make it worse. ]
Ah. [ the hand flexes in place then drops. thing with dirt? general disgust at human contact? hard to say. he takes a steps closer instead, after nudging the door closed with a foot. just in case anyone got nosy. ]
Pleasure, I'm sure. [ dodrescu. exotic. it's certainly nice on the tongue. ]
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he gets it, he thinks. from petre's view he's someone with his face with piles of money. who wouldn't judge that? everyone judges that even if it doesn't have their face. it must make it worse. ]
Ah. [ the hand flexes in place then drops. thing with dirt? general disgust at human contact? hard to say. he takes a steps closer instead, after nudging the door closed with a foot. just in case anyone got nosy. ]
Pleasure, I'm sure. [ dodrescu. exotic. it's certainly nice on the tongue. ]