Sitting in the basement room of some seedy group feels natural to Pet, brings him back to other places, when he was following other people. It puts him in a different mindset, one that keeps him sitting stock still behind Adam, nothing moving but his dull blue gaze, moving over each person who came in.
A couple first... maybe? They come in together, but they don’t sit together. Its not really any of his business though, and honestly he doesn’t care too much. Then another man, pretty, prettier than someone has any right to be. Except the look on his face. Sour, almost angry. Pet meets the look cast over him, resists the urge to lift a brow in a silent question.
There is not much time to dwell on whatever the look might mean (nothing good) as the woman who’d arrived introduced herself warmly. Were they supposed to introduce themselves? Pet moves, looking to Adam with his brows pinched together.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
