[And - yeah, maybe it takes a while for the purely physical aspect of Harry's transferral to make its effect on Petre's mood, but it eventually reveals itself. Suddenly Petre's engaging in a lazy smile that's still full of intent, looking at Harry from a lower angle, edge of danger in the way he slowly reveals a thin line of teeth.]
I could use a smoke right about now. [Cigarettes have been taken from him for now. All he's got is fucking chewing gum.] Unless you got something else on you.
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I could use a smoke right about now. [Cigarettes have been taken from him for now. All he's got is fucking chewing gum.] Unless you got something else on you.