PETER
A voice startles Peter out of his quiet panic, inciting an entirely different kind of panic. He whirls, eyes falling on a girl, if what he's looking at is a human. It's hard to decide given the rocky coating over the form, but as toes wiggle he has to accept that the other is alive at least. Peter licks his lips nervously, a hand moving to the bag that sits at his hip, black antler poking out of it, but stops there, and calls back. "Don't... don't you get cold?" It's the first thing that came to mind, and certainly the only reason he himself is currently wearing boots. As if to demonstrate, he sets his bare foot down and shivers, the damp and cold rock affecting him immediately.
Distance, distance keeps you safe
And I don't wanna scare you away
And I don't wanna scare you away
You're laughing cause it's funny
How you're fooling everybody but me
How you're fooling everybody but me
