Sweet Pea’s eyes flickered with that signature mix of street-smart edge and quiet intensity as he leaned against the cold brick wall of some forgotten London alley. The rain had soaked his jacket, but he barely noticed. London was different, gritty, unfamiliar, but the Serpent in him still loud and clear. Sweet Pea squinted through the drizzle, sizing up the new face wandering into his territory like they didn’t belong. Strangers didn’t just stroll in without making waves. He stepped forward, voice low and cautious but with that unmistakable Serpent edge. “Oi, you lost or something?"
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