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PETRE DODRESCU,
somewhere in his thirties

MESSAGES | BOOTY CALLS
ETCETERA

What in the jes —

[ WHAT DID HE JUST SAY, ODESSA. ]

Fuck me, that's going to be hard to change. What the fuck kinda curse is that?!

Well good thing only God I got is buckshot and grog.

Right. Thought it was some kind of kink you two had, so I told her I'd keep you away if she stays away too.

But this gets worse? You let me know. Don't care about getting my hands dirty for one of my own.

[ Odessa reminds him of Vaerqui, sometimes. There's something essential missing between him and the woman capable of kicking his ass here, though — Odessa doesn't. She hasn't broken any of his bones when he fucked up, hasn't fucked him up mentally then turned around and said she was making him better for it. Petre accepts Vaerqui, he loves her, and is practically more dedicated to her than to Ihutne. Having been this long without his creator, though, that absence has been slowly occupied by a couple of someones who aren't a bad replacement at all.

(Temporary, he reassures himself. No one could ever truly replace Vaerqui.)

Well. Odessa and Sombra still beat him up sometimes, but because he asks them to. Insert dreamy sigh here. ]

Appreciate it, Dez I can handle it

[ In other news— ]

Heard Sombra's laundry con was busted