[Needless to say he doesn't recognize the man that falls down next to him. He's used to being around these parts, yes, be they around the world or somewhere more familiar, and he's used to the crowds that dance inside and almost always end up taking him outside and to wherever they live. He drinks with them, shares other substances, invites them to sit down and buy him something and tell him more about themselves. Sometimes they end up being too boring so he goes on to have fun on his own, though, and sometimes he goes so hard that it's just better and comforting to flop down and shut his eyes for a second.
Soon enough he's accompanied again. By a man this time, someone who looks just as exhausted as he is, like he's here to forget something. Someone. Himself, maybe.
Petre rolls his head, watches him for a moment. Then without a hint of shame he reaches over to dig his hand in his hair.]
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Date: 2015-05-14 04:20 pm (UTC)Soon enough he's accompanied again. By a man this time, someone who looks just as exhausted as he is, like he's here to forget something. Someone. Himself, maybe.
Petre rolls his head, watches him for a moment. Then without a hint of shame he reaches over to dig his hand in his hair.]
That's really soft.
[Hi.]