[Petre doesn't need a face or voice. His jealousy makes him paranoid, and his paranoia points him to what should be obvious. He followed John to this room, one day. When John convinced him to lift the order and Petre convinced him he'd be locked in their bathroom for a long time.
Why else would he come here? Ryan's room. They have absolutely nothing in common. What the fuck does he have that makes him so special?
They're all thoughts that pour out, not explicitly, just in waves of emotions. Ryan should have no trouble piecing things together, though, especially when Petre presses his lips and purses them unpleasantly. Almost a contained little snarl.]
I hope you're very happy.
[Not quite sarcasm. His tone is quiet. Holding something back. Then his smile becomes cynical all over again, a snake holding still just before it strikes.]
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Why else would he come here? Ryan's room. They have absolutely nothing in common. What the fuck does he have that makes him so special?
They're all thoughts that pour out, not explicitly, just in waves of emotions. Ryan should have no trouble piecing things together, though, especially when Petre presses his lips and purses them unpleasantly. Almost a contained little snarl.]
I hope you're very happy.
[Not quite sarcasm. His tone is quiet. Holding something back. Then his smile becomes cynical all over again, a snake holding still just before it strikes.]