[ All his concentration seems to be on Angel, but at least he's quiet. The frequency Aoba's feeling is practically just in the back of Petre's mind by now, an instinct and not a thought. Were they not brood and he'd have discarded the other boy easily, especially with their duels over Bout It Out - something in him tolerates him more than that, though, and maybe one day it'll progress closer to the constant need he has to have Angel's attention on him. (Run Aoba.)
Then, of course, there's the mention of him using the oven. For food. Mmmm. He'll like that... they're all going to share, right? ]
[ He shoots a look over his shoulder to Petre. There's leftovers he could simply heat up, (what he was planning to do) mostly take-out since hardly anyone in the Nest cooks, though there's some fresh ingredients he could share from too. But he feels the tension between them that hasn't entirely faded away, (never really does) and that's what prompts an idea and his answer-- ]
Vegetables.
[ He then shuts the sliding door quietly behind himself. ]
She shakes her head as he leaves, ducking her head with laughter, and - she doesn't let it linger too long for Petre to get too bothered by it. She straightens up that little, turning the attention back to her as Aoba closes the door behind him. ]
[ Wow!! Aoba and Angel both being rude at him! He feels the need to sulk intensely about it, frowning with offense at Aoba's send-off and then turning with a look of betrayal at the siren by his side. ]
I hope you two didn't squabble that much whilst I was... away.
[ She at least does him the credit of not laughing more at his sulking as she uses him as a balancing point. Rather she just focuses on getting her feet flat on the ground, her hand going to his shoulder to push herself up. Swaying on her feet like a newborn deer. It's an unsteady gesture, has to aim herself even as she feels her whole body protest the movement, breathing in shallow gasps as she holds onto his shoulder in a tight grip.
Carry on, carry on, she just has to keep up the next couple of steps. ]
[ He keeps his eyes down, carrying her off with utter ease. A scrawny kid with superhuman strength hardly needs to make an effort to help Angel walk; he'd pick her up if she asked him to. ]
Not really. He barely even talks to me. I think he's scared or something.
[ She's so envious, utterly, of the strength he has so naturally - when she can barely hold herself up. It causes her fingers to curl up sharp against him, needful little sucked in breath. She knows she weighs not very much - he's younger than her and taller than her and really, couldn't she just be maybe Lilith's height? Directs him to help her to her cupboard, taking a moment to fish out her clothes before he responds. ]
Well, not everyone is as used to the things you do as we are. [ Maybe she's snickering at that too - ] I showed him Pandora, once, before you came. He nearly went white out of shock of seeing something that violent. I think you're probably a bit of a shock too.
[ Skirt - uh, wait a top - she fishes for that too. ]
Yeah, well. He'll have to get used to it eventually, right? He's part of our brood. He's just going to shit himself every day unless he gets over himself.
He will. I think he's already doing better. He comes to talk to me when he's feeling unsure about what he's meant to do, sometimes. I try to tell him that it's going to be okay. [ A hum. ] And that you won't ever hurt him, we're all brood after all.
[ She brings up the necklace as he asks, holding up to him as if to say - right here, see, never far from her. ] Did you want me to wear it?
He should talk to me, too. But, like, he's always shutting me out and stressing out whenever I say something to him. [ The audience wonders why, Petre. ] It's like you said, we're brood, so how the hell are we supposed to do anything if he doesn't even make an effort?
[ And now, an awkward silence in the audience.
This is all said while Angel brings up the necklace, catching his attention in the middle of his little rant. There it is. ]
[ That - isn't an easy answer. Takes a second to forumlate and so she stalls for time as she holds up the necklace, gently placing it around her neck. ]
Can you do it up at the back? Can't see.
[ She rakes her hair up out of the way, head dipped forward as she thinks, letting a silence fall for a moment. That he will do what she asks, she finds these days, is a strange given. A power she's not sure about. She cares for him, and has no interest in abusing that trust, that would never be her goal again. ]
[ His distraction sparks back to the surface when she makes the request. Blinking once, then twice, he shifts himself to collect both ends of the necklace in his hands, clasping it loosely. ]
[ She smooths her fingers over it as she ever does: mapping, tracing, memorizing. ]
Of course, you got it for me.
[ As if it were always as simple as that, but it's easily given, a moment where her head tilts and where he's doing up the clasp, she turns to brush her cheek against his fingers in affection.
Her words prickling in her to put it to him. ] Aoba's... different to us. He's very shut away. Sometimes I don't even think he knows how to talk to himself. [ Ha, ha, you're not funny Angel. ]
But people don't give themselves or trust for nothing. Not that I've ever seen. There has to be a mutual gain, right? Give him that and maybe it'll go differently. Show him, don't just say, that you're there for him. Like I do with you. [ She turns back to him, smiling, a cautious lift of her hand to brush against his hair. ] Do you understand what I'm saying? No one likes being called stupid, or being reminded that they might get eaten, or being dismissed. IF you give him reasons, he has more than enough of his own to try and trust you back.
[ Gentle as Angel and her words are, Petre still feels like he's being chastised, so he sulks accordingly. Eyes down, lips thinly pressed, curling his fingers into his palm. Yes, he's done those things, all because he resented Aoba for being so reticent, which caused a growing feedback or rejection, resentment, rejection. A ping-pong of tension that hadn't culminated in anything just yet. ]
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Then, of course, there's the mention of him using the oven. For food. Mmmm. He'll like that... they're all going to share, right? ]
What're you gonna cook?
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Vegetables.
[ He then shuts the sliding door quietly behind himself. ]
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She shakes her head as he leaves, ducking her head with laughter, and - she doesn't let it linger too long for Petre to get too bothered by it. She straightens up that little, turning the attention back to her as Aoba closes the door behind him. ]
Can you help me up?
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I guess.
[ Sulking has commenced after all. ]
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[ She at least does him the credit of not laughing more at his sulking as she uses him as a balancing point. Rather she just focuses on getting her feet flat on the ground, her hand going to his shoulder to push herself up. Swaying on her feet like a newborn deer. It's an unsteady gesture, has to aim herself even as she feels her whole body protest the movement, breathing in shallow gasps as she holds onto his shoulder in a tight grip.
Carry on, carry on, she just has to keep up the next couple of steps. ]
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Not really. He barely even talks to me. I think he's scared or something.
[ Pussy. ]
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Well, not everyone is as used to the things you do as we are. [ Maybe she's snickering at that too - ] I showed him Pandora, once, before you came. He nearly went white out of shock of seeing something that violent. I think you're probably a bit of a shock too.
[ Skirt - uh, wait a top - she fishes for that too. ]
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[ Helpful as ever, Petre. ]
Hey, where's that present I gave you?
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[ She brings up the necklace as he asks, holding up to him as if to say - right here, see, never far from her. ] Did you want me to wear it?
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[ And now, an awkward silence in the audience.
This is all said while Angel brings up the necklace, catching his attention in the middle of his little rant. There it is. ]
... I dunno. If you want to, I guess.
[ Weh. ]
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Can you do it up at the back? Can't see.
[ She rakes her hair up out of the way, head dipped forward as she thinks, letting a silence fall for a moment. That he will do what she asks, she finds these days, is a strange given. A power she's not sure about. She cares for him, and has no interest in abusing that trust, that would never be her goal again. ]
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I'm glad. That you like it.
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Of course, you got it for me.
[ As if it were always as simple as that, but it's easily given, a moment where her head tilts and where he's doing up the clasp, she turns to brush her cheek against his fingers in affection.
Her words prickling in her to put it to him. ] Aoba's... different to us. He's very shut away. Sometimes I don't even think he knows how to talk to himself. [ Ha, ha, you're not funny Angel. ]
But people don't give themselves or trust for nothing. Not that I've ever seen. There has to be a mutual gain, right? Give him that and maybe it'll go differently. Show him, don't just say, that you're there for him. Like I do with you. [ She turns back to him, smiling, a cautious lift of her hand to brush against his hair. ] Do you understand what I'm saying? No one likes being called stupid, or being reminded that they might get eaten, or being dismissed. IF you give him reasons, he has more than enough of his own to try and trust you back.
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... I guess.
But I never said I'd eat him.