( luckily the little is in his head, because Peter would not quite know how to respond to it. he's not been referred to as little since the first year of middle school, when he sprouted up like a beanpole and turned into the strange gumby creature he is today. he's only a little short of 6', though maybe it's hard to note how tall he is when he's most often hunched over.
the warmth coming from the vents already feels like it must be on max, which is a good indication of how cold his hands are. he shakes his head, offering a quick appreciative smile. ) I'll survive. ( he's managed a lot worse on the cold scale, and even on the pain scale. cold fingers are nothing compared to being tossed into a bullet train. and he'd know.
as for how long he's been walking... ) Half an hour, maybe? Felt like forever, but I think that's just the creepy midnight stroll talking. ( it couldn't have actually been that bad. Christmas Village was only a handful of miles away from town proper, shouldn't take longer than an hour to get back "home". time had blurred a little and it hadn't felt much like he was making progress but in theory, it couldn't have been that long...
it's only when the sunset is pointed out that Peter looks at it. he'd seen it, technically, in his petulant walk toward home. he hadn't been in the mood to appreciate it, though, and he leans back to do so properly. ) Yeah. It is kinda nice. ( now that he's in a warm car and not on his own, it feels a bit less creepy. maybe it never was creepy? hard to say, when looking out at the quickly blackening world does seem a little creepy still... thinking about something else. back to sunsets. sunsets are safe, and this one is nice. and it is an unusual thought but yeah, probably aren't a lot of sunsets in space, since the sun never goes anywhere unless you're constantly rotating.
Peter has a lot of hangups about hot chocolate, and he grimaces, visibly. ) That's okay. ( he doesn't want to get into why he doesn't like it — accidentally murdering your serious girlfriend is not second conversation material. eating something might have been more appealing, as while Peter is not wasting away, he's not great at cooking and since he doesn't expect his not-parents to cook for him, he's been struggling a little. ) Just a ride is great. You know where the house is, right?
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the warmth coming from the vents already feels like it must be on max, which is a good indication of how cold his hands are. he shakes his head, offering a quick appreciative smile. ) I'll survive. ( he's managed a lot worse on the cold scale, and even on the pain scale. cold fingers are nothing compared to being tossed into a bullet train. and he'd know.
as for how long he's been walking... ) Half an hour, maybe? Felt like forever, but I think that's just the creepy midnight stroll talking. ( it couldn't have actually been that bad. Christmas Village was only a handful of miles away from town proper, shouldn't take longer than an hour to get back "home". time had blurred a little and it hadn't felt much like he was making progress but in theory, it couldn't have been that long...
it's only when the sunset is pointed out that Peter looks at it. he'd seen it, technically, in his petulant walk toward home. he hadn't been in the mood to appreciate it, though, and he leans back to do so properly. ) Yeah. It is kinda nice. ( now that he's in a warm car and not on his own, it feels a bit less creepy. maybe it never was creepy? hard to say, when looking out at the quickly blackening world does seem a little creepy still... thinking about something else. back to sunsets. sunsets are safe, and this one is nice. and it is an unusual thought but yeah, probably aren't a lot of sunsets in space, since the sun never goes anywhere unless you're constantly rotating.
Peter has a lot of hangups about hot chocolate, and he grimaces, visibly. ) That's okay. ( he doesn't want to get into why he doesn't like it — accidentally murdering your serious girlfriend is not second conversation material. eating something might have been more appealing, as while Peter is not wasting away, he's not great at cooking and since he doesn't expect his not-parents to cook for him, he's been struggling a little. ) Just a ride is great. You know where the house is, right?