Gonna Make You Popular

The sparkling bag in Jiao’s hand drew Peters gaze more than her actual return did. He seemed transfixed, at least until she came close enough that he had the chance to snatch his scarf away from her again. Baleful blue eyes stared up at her as his face was grabbed again, Peters shoulders slumping as he resigned himself to his fate. As it turned out, the rough washing and cool water was actually relaxing in a way. As much as it wasn’t something Pet wanted to admit, he was beginning to enjoy it. And being clean was... nice. It had been some time since he hadn’t been coated in a thin layer of dirt. ”I’m not.” Peter retorted with a frown, his brow creasing and his lips puffing our in an attempt to make himself look less... whatever she was thinking. Not pretty. ”And I... I won’t be after either.” He wrapped his arms around his chest, and closed his eyes, completely aware that he was being ridiculous and utterly unable to stop himself. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.