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@clevernessofpeter
Not scared, are you?
By the way, I really dislike Lottie’s boyfriend.
What do you mean you really dislike Lottie’s boyfriend? Is it german redhead sideburn? --We’re breaking them up, Tink. As soon as we get off that ride, operation Shave is a go.
You think so? Well…then one day, we’ll fly…just not too soon. I bet it would be great. No rush, though.
Except for those flying rides. I’ve been eyeing them all day.
Well, let’s go then-
You’re running from the….Peter. Just give me a heads up or something next time. I won’t mother you, but I was really worried about you, Pete.
But if you’re happy?
Then I’m happy you’re happy. Do what you want. Just be careful, okay? Yes! Firework extravaganza. But no tampering with said fireworks, Adventure Boy. I don’t need any lawsuits.
So, what have you been up to? Just running from the law?
Why would I do something that doesn’t make me happy, Blondie? --So what what about you? Are you happy? You don’t look it. But then again.. This might just be your “Peter, I’m not pleased with you”-face and that usually lasts, like, thirteen point seven seconds.
What if being careful doesn’t make me happy? Pretty sure a firework masterpiece would make me ecstatic.. You’re a tiny genius, you are.
And being pretty amazing. Running from the law and being amazing and listening to stories around a campfire. What about you? Waste your time on any german redhead sideburns and such?
Okay….
But like where were you?
Seriously, though. We thought you died.
Now that, would be an awfully big adventure.
What do you reckon it would be like? I bet you could fly..
Okay….
But like where were you?
I was out in the woods.
Well, not really the woods, more like the campground in the woods. It’s great, Blondie, you should visit some time. The boys and I have got our own hammocks and everything. We’re running from the law, isn’t it exciting? No more school for us! Only reason we decided to come back is because a certain someone is throwing a certain festival and there’s going to be a firework extravaganza.
Pete…what are you…
What is this? What if that guy like…poisoned it or something?
Poppy? Nah he wouldn’t, he’s sound as a button, Tink, wouldn’t hurt a fly.
-OH, Tink, you’re heeere! This place, is amazing. There’s people dancing and telling stories and making fire all the time. It’s amazing. Are you joining the boys and me? You can have more of this stufff..
Told you alcohol is for wimps, this is the real stuff.. Not sure what kind of stuff exactly, but that guy over there told me not to ask.
Poca raised her eyebrows and smiled gently at the boy. “Food and stories both but only polite boys get stories. So you gonna let me in? Or shall I just leave this with you?” She held out the bag of food in front of her and smiled at Peter once more.
The boy raised his brows in surprise and shot the boys behind him a meaningful look. They all knew they were hardly considered ‘polite boys’, but then again.. Peter threw his head back exasperatedly and moved aside “Alright then, Poca girl, move along. There better be some candy in there, because Tootles can’t listen to exciting stories without some to gnaw on.” The blonde cupped his mouth, similar to when he was about to perform his infamous crow, but instead yelled “Alright lads, giddy up! You know what to do, we’ve got a lady friend offering food and fables and she expects us to be polite.” As he spoke, Peter clapped in his hands, approvingly watching his boys leap into action and buzz across the game room like anxious ants, before raising a finger towards the air dramatically. “Bring forth the throne!” He had barely finished speaking, and the group of fifteen or so boys had effectively turned an armchair into a luxurious throne with the aid of cushion and blankets. One of the littlest ones ventured forward out of the crows as the others all settled down on cushions in a semi-circle around the chair, and offered Poca a hand. “May I escort you to your throne, Miss. Poca?” His tone of voice was comical, considering his youthful face, but Peter nodded seriously nevertheless. “You’ll have to, or you’ll break his heart, you know”, Peter whispered to her before sauntering over to her lavish chair and taking a seat on the armrest.
“Ooh, flour and glitter? Yes, please! We can use that to make a sparkly smoke cover, then we can dart off to your hiding place!” Cheshire grins, stuffing his hand deep into his pocket before taking out a small vial containing bright purple glitter. “Now, you have the flour, right? They might catch up!”
Peter had the audacity to shoot him an exasperated look and sigh “Of course I have the flour, throwing in three two-” Abruptly, he stops running, all notions of haste instantly gone as he explained “The whole countdown thing is quite tricky, isn’t it? There’s people who go after ‘one’, normal good people, and then there’s people who go on one, pure idiots as it were.. Alright, one!” Peter retrieves flour from lord knows where he stows away his trinckets and sorts, and leaves a cloud of flour in their wake, before breaking into a run. “Come on, Cheshire, we’re darting!”, he cups his mouth as he yells back at his teacher over his shoulder. “No time to write a book right now, you know.”
There’s that smile I’ve missed so much.
I knew my charm would be impossible to resist, promise you won’t have to miss it ever again, sweet cheeks.
Enjoying the show?
Well, yes. I haven’t ever seen a girl quite like you, why are you dancing here? ...If that is what you were doing.
"No time to explain, quick; follow me!"
“Alright! -Oh it’s you, where we going? This better not involve flour and glitter again, there were questions gallore last time. Or are we running from someone, I know where we can hide!”
Oh my goodness, was that a gorilla?
Hey, that’s a rude thing to say, you know. Tootles here identifies much more with a skunk, thank you very much.
"Hello? It’s me, Poca. Anyone in?"
Peter’s gaze shot up towards the window, Elias’ Home for the Less Fortunate didn’t get many visitors. The boys instantly turned to look at Peter, wondering what his plan of action was this time around. “The caretakers left me in charge and they told me not to let anyone insane or dangerous in!” He stood up and yelled, giving the stranger a once over through the window. “And to be honest, I’m not quite sure which one you are, Poca.” He couldn’t be bothered listening to them either way, so instead he swung the door open and leant against the doorway, effectively using his surprisingly large stature to block her entrance. “What gives, indian girl? Do you bring forth food or stories or both?”
Well sitting in school for seven hours was terrible.
I’m never doing that again.
I tried never doing that again once. You wouldn’t believe how many people got cross with me, it was like one nagging grump after the other. Don’t even know where our teachers kept getting them.
Ooooh, having a bad hair day?
Okay, why is it when we talk you always sound like you’re suggesting something highly illegal?
To be honest, that cop with the dog name asked me the exact same question once. Guess it's just a quirky personality trait of mine.
