[ that's it. dave's done with this big douchebag. just gonna offer a small, small smirk before putting a hand on piter's shoulder-- tightly gripping it. almost painfully.
that hand might also be glowing red. maybe. and maybe, if you listen real closely, piter? you might hear the ticking of a clock-- first quickly, and then slowing down. until it's ponderously slow, as if it might as well be still. dave's smile widens a bit, his hand detaching and leaving the suddenly incredibly still piter de vries.
can you move piter? good luck trying. dave isn't gonna stick around to see. ]