try to be living as your vice
and can you be my type?
Why was he sorry? It was clearly a question Peter hadn't been asked often enough, judging by the pause, the slow blink as he tried to summon a reason. I didn't, no, but... I'm responsible for Adam, and you... it sounds like he maybe ruined something? It was just habit, to accept responsibility for anything bad, though this felt like it had a little more merit than anything he'd apologized for in the past. Adam was a reflection on him, or something. His uncertainty was clear, both in the way it warbled across their bond, and in his dancing paws.
Peter was quiet for a moment, his head cocking back and forth. It did seem rather unlikely for identical to suddenly not be, but if the face was the only thing that felt wrong, then how unlikely could it be? Do you... want it to be him? Uh, Neron. As if Loren needed the clarification. There was another pulse of uncertainty, laced over with an attempt at comfort.
The embarrassment crystallized in Peter's chest, and he did all he could to avoid Loren's eye, looking out into the misty expanse the white stone spanned. He was in charge. He gave it up, someone else runs it now. He shifted uncomfortably, balancing on a thin line of not revealing too much and keeping Loren at ease. There hasn't been anything going on. There's um, plans for a new bar? But... no actual stealing. Not yet, at least as far as he was aware. Lying wasn't a thing that came easily to Peter, and he was glad he didn't really have to for this.
Peter was quiet for a moment, his head cocking back and forth. It did seem rather unlikely for identical to suddenly not be, but if the face was the only thing that felt wrong, then how unlikely could it be? Do you... want it to be him? Uh, Neron. As if Loren needed the clarification. There was another pulse of uncertainty, laced over with an attempt at comfort.
The embarrassment crystallized in Peter's chest, and he did all he could to avoid Loren's eye, looking out into the misty expanse the white stone spanned. He was in charge. He gave it up, someone else runs it now. He shifted uncomfortably, balancing on a thin line of not revealing too much and keeping Loren at ease. There hasn't been anything going on. There's um, plans for a new bar? But... no actual stealing. Not yet, at least as far as he was aware. Lying wasn't a thing that came easily to Peter, and he was glad he didn't really have to for this.
cause we need to be given a good life
and can I be your type of metal?
PETER
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