[ Ever the salt on the wound. Petre sits back without worry, ready to move just in case Kavinsky decides to get creative with that pipe - he does look the type, after all. Just thinking back on the chaos that drew the demon to him in the first place... it wouldn't be a surprise in the least. But he likes it. He'd like to see more. Maybe even turn it against him. ]
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[ Ever the salt on the wound. Petre sits back without worry, ready to move just in case Kavinsky decides to get creative with that pipe - he does look the type, after all. Just thinking back on the chaos that drew the demon to him in the first place... it wouldn't be a surprise in the least. But he likes it. He'd like to see more. Maybe even turn it against him. ]
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