PETER
It’s impossible to try and explain what he means, at least for Peter, so he drops it with a shrug shrouded by by his copious layers. He’s in no place to judge, it’s not like he actually know how sand works, or the first thing about DIY.
Peter’d head tilts back and forth as he examines the fulgurite, more focused than a predator on the first prey its seen in weeks. ”Yes.” Comes the decision, solemn and quiet and punctuated by a vigorous nod. ”Its like... a little tree. A uh...” He knows this, it’s on the tip of his tongue. ”Branch! Like a branch.”
Though now that it’s been revealed, there’s another question wagging in Pet’s tongue. ”Whats it for?” It seems like a lot of effort for a simple experiment, as far as he’s concerned.
Peter’d head tilts back and forth as he examines the fulgurite, more focused than a predator on the first prey its seen in weeks. ”Yes.” Comes the decision, solemn and quiet and punctuated by a vigorous nod. ”Its like... a little tree. A uh...” He knows this, it’s on the tip of his tongue. ”Branch! Like a branch.”
Though now that it’s been revealed, there’s another question wagging in Pet’s tongue. ”Whats it for?” It seems like a lot of effort for a simple experiment, as far as he’s concerned.
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I wanna go
But I know where I wanna go
