PETER
Yes, he had interrupted, but, the way Remi said it, it wasn't that bad. Peter supposed he even understood the work ethic, throwing oneself into work until there was no room for anything else. Though, the work he'd done had been less willing, less fun than what the alchemist seemed to be doing.
Peter leaned to the side, looking at the pieces, the wheels with quiet interest, familiar shapes jumping out at him. "If um... if it's going over any terrain, wouldn't uh..." He swirled his finger in a circle, trying to remember the word. "The chain, but... but wheels, um... Tread! Um, wouldn't that, tread, be... better?" The picture in his mind was clear, but who knew how well his words might carry over. Or if they'd even be appreciated.
Peter leaned to the side, looking at the pieces, the wheels with quiet interest, familiar shapes jumping out at him. "If um... if it's going over any terrain, wouldn't uh..." He swirled his finger in a circle, trying to remember the word. "The chain, but... but wheels, um... Tread! Um, wouldn't that, tread, be... better?" The picture in his mind was clear, but who knew how well his words might carry over. Or if they'd even be appreciated.
please don’t believe in me
please disagree with me
please disagree with me
