[He runs a hand through his hair, which is disheveled from lying down; it's only approaching evening, but he's already in sweats and a worn out t-shirt, thoroughly done with the whole day.]
He's - fucking awesome, actually. [He can't help but chuckle.] Nothing like Petre. But it was still messed up.
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[He runs a hand through his hair, which is disheveled from lying down; it's only approaching evening, but he's already in sweats and a worn out t-shirt, thoroughly done with the whole day.]
He's - fucking awesome, actually. [He can't help but chuckle.] Nothing like Petre. But it was still messed up.