PETER
His shirt is pulled down again quickly, scars hidden away under layers of woollen sweaters and thin shirts. The maybe is enough sap his worry, Peter sure enough of his ability to avoid being stabbed by someone who hadn’t seemed to make a habit of it. Perhaps, if he’d been paying attention, he would recognize her better, would be able to pull her face from his own memories, especially since the Festival was the only clear memory left in his head, the freshest one.
Exploring. A drive he understands well. After all, what is he doing here if not exploring? ”Are you...” Guilt pushes his words, Pet intensely aware of the fact that he’d held his tongue instead of offering his name, that he was now asking a question. ”Are you looking for treasure too?”
Again, bright eyes roam around them, this time Pet taking in the trees and plants as if he’d never seen them before, as if he hadn’t quite realized where he’d wandered. ”Exploring.” The single repeated word is unconcerned, and he nearly feels contrary enough to leave it at that. Nearly. Despite his nonchalance, Peter is very much aware of the knife still sitting in her hand as if it’s the only home it’s ever had. Very much aware of the actively hostile plant she shifts toward. ”My... my partner is... busy. And I’ve never seen a place... like this before.” Its near impossible to tell if the pauses between his words are intentional, or simply the results of a quick mind and clumsy tongue.{/i}
Exploring. A drive he understands well. After all, what is he doing here if not exploring? ”Are you...” Guilt pushes his words, Pet intensely aware of the fact that he’d held his tongue instead of offering his name, that he was now asking a question. ”Are you looking for treasure too?”
Again, bright eyes roam around them, this time Pet taking in the trees and plants as if he’d never seen them before, as if he hadn’t quite realized where he’d wandered. ”Exploring.” The single repeated word is unconcerned, and he nearly feels contrary enough to leave it at that. Nearly. Despite his nonchalance, Peter is very much aware of the knife still sitting in her hand as if it’s the only home it’s ever had. Very much aware of the actively hostile plant she shifts toward. ”My... my partner is... busy. And I’ve never seen a place... like this before.” Its near impossible to tell if the pauses between his words are intentional, or simply the results of a quick mind and clumsy tongue.{/i}
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
