[ he does recognize that look. he mirrors it back at him unintentionally. full attention at petre. trying to place that second of a faltered smile. still trying to place the energy. there's something familiar about it.
eyes following the hand to his hair. roots. he dyes it. petre probably keeps right on top of that. he wonders if the natural color was the same as his own. that chestnut sort of color.
and then the question. his eyes cut to petre's and he smiles for a moment - then bites his lip. expression calm and thoughtful, like he might be tasting wine and needs to swirl it around in the glass before deciding. he inhales a breath. let's it go. there's a pause before he answers. ]
Like taking ecstasy. [ genuinely stated. he almost laughs about how it sounds ]
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eyes following the hand to his hair. roots. he dyes it. petre probably keeps right on top of that. he wonders if the natural color was the same as his own. that chestnut sort of color.
and then the question. his eyes cut to petre's and he smiles for a moment - then bites his lip. expression calm and thoughtful, like he might be tasting wine and needs to swirl it around in the glass before deciding. he inhales a breath. let's it go. there's a pause before he answers. ]
Like taking ecstasy. [ genuinely stated. he almost laughs about how it sounds ]