[ Peter is quiet for a long second, jaw clenching as he watches the guy slip on the coat.
Well, says a dark, vindictive little voice. It’s gonna be hard to get the blood out once you kill him.
He tries to shake it off, though, because he’s always preferred talking his way out of conflicts. And a small, reasonable part of him reminds him how ridiculous it would be to throw down over a coat, of all things. (Though he would throw down over smaller, seemingly more mundane trinkets, which are currently tucked away in his pack.)
Still, anger starts percolating in his gut, sour and cold, but he manages to keep it off his face. It takes him a couple of breaths before he trusts his voice to maintain an even tone. ]
This is getting ridiculous. Just take off the coat, and I’ll be on my way.
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Well, says a dark, vindictive little voice. It’s gonna be hard to get the blood out once you kill him.
He tries to shake it off, though, because he’s always preferred talking his way out of conflicts. And a small, reasonable part of him reminds him how ridiculous it would be to throw down over a coat, of all things. (Though he would throw down over smaller, seemingly more mundane trinkets, which are currently tucked away in his pack.)
Still, anger starts percolating in his gut, sour and cold, but he manages to keep it off his face. It takes him a couple of breaths before he trusts his voice to maintain an even tone. ]
This is getting ridiculous. Just take off the coat, and I’ll be on my way.