PETER
Arms reach had been a wise move, though it doesn’t feel like enough when the girl turns into a crouch, a blade sparkling in her hand. Peter recoils, crouching himself, suddenly reassessing the whole situation. There’s an unfamiliar click in his wrist, a blade extending from his arm, feeling as natural as one that would usually sit in his hands. It’s something else new, though it’s also something he can actually think about later, when he’s not in an uneasy stand off. ”Have you... done it before?” He shouldn’t sound so curious, so casual, but he’s not sure how else to respond to the thread. Silence feels lacking, inappropriate.
The longer they’re both still, the more Pet relaxes, in tiny measures and spurts. ”I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” He offers, a single shoulder lifting in a stiff shrug. ”I... thought you might be lost. Or need help. Or... you should have heard me.”
The longer they’re both still, the more Pet relaxes, in tiny measures and spurts. ”I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” He offers, a single shoulder lifting in a stiff shrug. ”I... thought you might be lost. Or need help. Or... you should have heard me.”
I’m sorry lover, I’m sorry I bring you down
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
