[He's been called much worse things, also under the guise of affection. When Petre smiles it's not because he's satisfied or flattered, rather because he's amused, and in the contentedness of his inebriation his limbs become mellow and he shifts to lie down on his back. He did complain about the moss before, but like any other drunkard, he doesn't care about lying down on a dirty surface. Santiago is welcome to join him if he really does want to go back to sleep.
If he doesn't, Petre is still reaching out to grip at the fabric of his shirt.]
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If he doesn't, Petre is still reaching out to grip at the fabric of his shirt.]
You ain't seen nothing yet.