day 44

[inflori]

[ His voice, even in his head, is tired. Exhausted and extremely irritated, even, with the petulance of a mind not yet fully awake. Petre was pulled from his comatose state just as suddenly as he fell into it, the stress of a broodmate being ripped from him having lifted from his symbiote. Now it's ready to keep going, but it hasn't given Petre the same courtesy just yet. He'll get there eventually. ]

( Why do you have to be so loud? )

[ ... All of you, he means. Ugh. ]

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[wille]

--No! It's just an expression! NO!

[ Flashback to that horrifying scene of Petre swallowing an alien like it's slurpee. In case there's a chance he might miss her point, she comes over to grab him by the shoulders to stare into his eyes. Listen, child. ]

I don't eat people. You shouldn't eat people, but I know you-- need to, or whatever, so we'll find you people you can eat. Sometimes. Okay? But you can only eat those ones.

[inflori]

[ There's something about the way he presses his lips and stares back at Misato that's very - boyish, really, like he has no clue what to do with this entirely new, entirely weird situation. No one's grabbed his shoulders to make sure he understood a point without being aggressive about it. It's always one of two approaches, actually: overly careful, even gentle, or threatening in some shape or form.

Never just. This. ]

... You're so weird.