[ Petre's like the odd one out in this party. The free food's nice, because apparently that's all he can think about in this stupid mission, but everyone stares at him wondering why the twerp with a scowl and idiotic remarks was allowed here. Some whisper that he's got something to do with the video game world, others simply guess that he's the son of some rich asshole who didn't teach him how to be any different.
He doesn't care about that any more than he cares about being here. It ends up being about having company and being among other hosts; the hatred for being alone grows with each day, each new experience, be it good or bad, and whatever happened between him and Angel only strengthened the thought.
So he may be the walking, talking equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, but at least he... cares? In a really grating way?
And then, as if on cue, here comes another grating factor in the hive's life. Petre is yanked off with a loud hey, a kid whining and about to ask what he did wrong this time. Except it's Kavinsky, and since when does this guy ever reprimand others for anything? He's the class clown every teacher wants to throw an eraser (and brick) at. ]
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He doesn't care about that any more than he cares about being here. It ends up being about having company and being among other hosts; the hatred for being alone grows with each day, each new experience, be it good or bad, and whatever happened between him and Angel only strengthened the thought.
So he may be the walking, talking equivalent of nails on a chalkboard, but at least he... cares? In a really grating way?
And then, as if on cue, here comes another grating factor in the hive's life. Petre is yanked off with a loud hey, a kid whining and about to ask what he did wrong this time. Except it's Kavinsky, and since when does this guy ever reprimand others for anything? He's the class clown every teacher wants to throw an eraser (and brick) at. ]
The fuck, man! What do you want?