Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Laughter is another first for Peter to be met with, and it’s clear her outburst surprised him, in the moments before he decides he should be offended. His brows pull together, and his cheeks puff out in a way that makes him look sillier than upset. Her laughter might feel uncalled for, but the redheads logic is sound, impossible to argue with. Others had told him the same thing, after all, so it must be right. ”I’m Peter.” The words are stern, so much so that it feels like he’s doing it on purpose now, falling into his own act.
A hand is thrust out towards him, a knife deflating his balloon of silliness and making him flinch, just enough that it’s obvious. Peter laughs nervously, trying to move past it before she can say anything. ”Di-dirt is okay. I don’t... you don’t need to be... to be sorry.” Somehow, the that accompanied her next words felt more like a joke he was a part of than one he was the butt of. The upward hook of his lips, leftover from his laughter, stays clinging to his face, not finding a reason to leave yet.
People in Caido are... nice. It’s the biggest change from his home, the one he’s having the most trouble adjusting to. But it’s nice. It keeps homesickness away from his chest, and his gut.
Peter realizes he’s been keeping company with his own thoughts, and not the girl who invited him to sit. Its difficult though. Small talk is not a skill that comes naturally to him, so he casts his eyes over the red pool and says the first thing it brings to mind. ”Did you come to see the lady too?”
