[ It's true. At least Peter can recover from any way the Rhino might bulldoze him into next week. But the shame of making a mistake he's too stupid to regret till it's too late... nothing's scarier. Neither of them need to enunciate this kind of terror, one that's only accumulated with the passage of time, for them both to understand it implicitly. Because no matter how pleasant things have been, how relaxing of a constant it's proven to hold these coffee dates... they really are making up for lost time. Mending what hasn't always been stable, and what has in fact been broken once or twice.
But again. No matter how cynical Peter gets, he always hopes. And he's damn sure he's gonna have to die before he can ever lose hope. ]
There's a lot you don't know. Yet.
Not that I'll confirm or deny either of those things!
[ Well, then. Yet more nuzzling comes his way, and Peter's positively smothered. This is more affection than he can remember getting, and he's genuinely struggling to recall. That sus af writing pheromone stuff with Cindy doesn't count. No, this is different. Not predicated by instinct beyond his control, but by an active will. Far more emotional than (god forbid) olfactory. So he nuzzles back at her, as if he internalized that love scene from The Lion King just a little too much when he was a kid. ]
"Peel." Maybe that's it. You only fell so easily because really, you just slipped on a banana...
[ But then, after Felicia inevitably repudiates him for his stupid joke, Peter regards her sincerely. Being held at bay, Felicia pulling back to give herself the space to ask him that fateful question... he can only smile at her wistfully. ]
Like I said, Felicia.
I'm right where I want to be.
[ And as if to seek forgiveness for the dumb joke, Peter stops nuzzling, but stays close. Close enough to instead kiss Felicia's cheek. It's a chaste peck that precedes another, on the corner of her lip. Then he throws caution to the wind, quickly peppering her lip with just one more kiss. Her lips are only another kiss away when he's done, resting his forehead on hers. Looking right into her eyes, too, as if all else disappears. ]
But if you needed a clearer answer than that, yes. I'll stay over.
Something tells me a coffee date's on for tomorrow morning. We're both gonna need the pick-me-up.
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But again. No matter how cynical Peter gets, he always hopes. And he's damn sure he's gonna have to die before he can ever lose hope. ]
There's a lot you don't know. Yet.
Not that I'll confirm or deny either of those things!
[ Well, then. Yet more nuzzling comes his way, and Peter's positively smothered. This is more affection than he can remember getting, and he's genuinely struggling to recall. That
sus af writingpheromone stuff with Cindy doesn't count. No, this is different. Not predicated by instinct beyond his control, but by an active will. Far more emotional than (god forbid) olfactory. So he nuzzles back at her, as if he internalized that love scene from The Lion King just a little too much when he was a kid. ]"Peel." Maybe that's it. You only fell so easily because really, you just slipped on a banana...
[ But then, after Felicia inevitably repudiates him for his stupid joke, Peter regards her sincerely. Being held at bay, Felicia pulling back to give herself the space to ask him that fateful question... he can only smile at her wistfully. ]
Like I said, Felicia.
I'm right where I want to be.
[ And as if to seek forgiveness for the dumb joke, Peter stops nuzzling, but stays close. Close enough to instead kiss Felicia's cheek. It's a chaste peck that precedes another, on the corner of her lip. Then he throws caution to the wind, quickly peppering her lip with just one more kiss. Her lips are only another kiss away when he's done, resting his forehead on hers. Looking right into her eyes, too, as if all else disappears. ]
But if you needed a clearer answer than that, yes. I'll stay over.
Something tells me a coffee date's on for tomorrow morning. We're both gonna need the pick-me-up.