( he's had a few warnings leveled in his direction, but, none so as uncomfortable as they'll eat us. Peter doesn't run immediately, following Falco in a concerned canter, but since his legs are nearly the same size as Falco, he can get away with it. ) What is gonna eat —
( he doesn't finish that thought, because wow, that's terrifying, and why is it so much worse that they're kids?????
he does run then, though, slightly stalled to not run faster than Falco is. it feels like how fast Falco can run is not actually fast enough. Peter glances desperately for a distraction, or an alternative, or anything, but quickly decides none of those are available and keeping secrets is not worth either of them dying right now. ) Look, I need you to get on my back. Like piggyback. And then you need to hold on. I can get us out of here.
( because unless these tykes are World War Z variety, it seems like street level is not the place to be right now... and it turns out Peter can fix that pretty easily, without trying to break into any of the seemingly vacant, closed storefronts. )
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( he doesn't finish that thought, because wow, that's terrifying, and why is it so much worse that they're kids?????
he does run then, though, slightly stalled to not run faster than Falco is. it feels like how fast Falco can run is not actually fast enough. Peter glances desperately for a distraction, or an alternative, or anything, but quickly decides none of those are available and keeping secrets is not worth either of them dying right now. ) Look, I need you to get on my back. Like piggyback. And then you need to hold on. I can get us out of here.
( because unless these tykes are World War Z variety, it seems like street level is not the place to be right now... and it turns out Peter can fix that pretty easily, without trying to break into any of the seemingly vacant, closed storefronts. )