Gonna Make You Popular

The strange woman didn’t seem to believe a word he said, looking at him like he was crazy. Peters teeth worried at his bottom lip, his eyes falling slightly as he looked down at himself, at the same clothes he’d been wearing since he arrived. She insisted again that he could be pretty, and all he could do was shake his head quietly. Wasn’t she looking at him? The scars, the strangeness of his face. He’d already accepted long ago that he wouldn’t be pretty, and she couldn’t fix it. The hands reaching out to his face made Peter stiffen, and tip his head back, but he made no other move to stop Jiao. He lover himself be moved, this way and that, only his distant expression and stiffness actively communicating his discomfort. Her words dragged him back into himself, blue eyes locking on her face and searching for any hint of a lie. ”I don’t... bring pretty isn’t, it’s not... helpful.” Peter pointed out weakly, the tips of his ears a telling red. Crushes weren’t entirely new to Peter, but they were still rare enough that he didn’t know how to deal with it, other than immediately assuming it was an impossible dream. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.