[Peter has always projected heat. Roman never believed talk of auras but it made the most sense to him being what he was that he just had a higher temperature that could be felt standing close enough. The gentle touch of his hand and clutching fingers seem degrees cooler than what's bubbling under his pale skin.]
I might die?
[Spooky green eyes get wider, even more roofie blown than ever.]
That bitch! That fucking bitch! She's trying to kill me even now.
[Angry words are betrayed by the waver in his tone.]
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I might die?
[Spooky green eyes get wider, even more roofie blown than ever.]
That bitch! That fucking bitch! She's trying to kill me even now.
[Angry words are betrayed by the waver in his tone.]