Tootles

He says nothing, just arches an eyebrow.

"Two! Two weeks, Peter, please...!"

#avicuula

Peter’s eyes tracked the subtle shift in the other’s movement, the way he leaned back against the wall of the treehouse and seemed almost to relax. It left a bit of a grin over Peter’s lips as he looked over at him, studying him for a moment and flashing him a wink. Downing the bottle, he leaned over to set it aside before dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the last dregs of it before beaming at the other. His tolerance might be high enough that he didn’t need to fear a hangover, but that did not mean that he was saved from flushing a bit, eyes bright and slightly unfocused.

“I mean, some of them do?You, my friend, just don’t L I V E very much at all,do you?Do you even know how to have fun?”

#avicuula #|| i wont grow up ||

Thomas shrugged a bit, pushing his hands through his long, semi-messy hair. Of course he lived, but he didn't live as much as Peter and his friends seemed to. And of course he had fun, but in a different way than they did. He was somewhat afraid to meet the rest of Peter's friends, especially if they were all like this. His parents would kill him if they found out what type of people he was spending his time with. But it was somewhat exciting, as well. He'd never lived like this before, and it was breathtaking.

"Sure I do. It's just... different, I suppose."

”NOW we’re getting somewhere.”

"A week and a half...?"

#avicuula

Peter grinned, taking another drink. He had no thought in his head for hangovers or negative effects of drinking. He wasn’t going to be thatput off by one bottle of wine, And his liverwould forgive him. After all, he was YOUNG!As Tootles spoke, Peter couldn’t help but to be amused at how truly concerned he seemed to be that Peter would fail to speak any part of any truth to his parents. It was almostas though he expected them to care. They didn’t, of course, so why should he tell them ANYTHING?

“It’s easy. I don’t bother them, and they don’t bother me. SIMPLE as that.”

A grin, and he flashed Tootles a saucy sort of wink before tilting his head back and draining the bottle.

#avicuula #|| i wont grow up ||

Thomas crossed his legs, leaning his back against one of the walls of the treehouse. He couldn't understand Peter's parents' logic on their son, but, then again, he'd grown up in a strict household. He was taught in nearly the exact opposite way that Peter was. Maybe he did deserve to live a little, though. Maybe life was worth more than doing every little thing your parents ask of you. Maybe it's good to say no every once in a while. As Peter downed the rest of the bottle, Thomas sighed softly in relief, glad that he didn't have to drink any more of it. Maybe, now, he could enjoy himself without worrying so much.

"Well, alright... your life seems incredibly different than mine. Do all of your friends live like that, too?"

’shadows don’t have to be nice. we’re SHADOWS.’ good lord. this boy was going to have to toughen up fast, if he expected to survive.

"I don't care what you are, you should still be nice."

He looked down at his shoes, toes curling up inside of them. What did he ever do to deserve this?

#sodraggled

’don’t you have a mouth to be shutting??’ he wasn’t about to explain himself to a stupid lost boy, after all. it was far more fun to mock them.

"You're not very nice, you know..."

Tootles glanced away, his hands slipping into his pockets. He didn't like being made fun of, but he was getting more and more used to it each passing day.

#sodraggled

+ lostboyisms

’you have the absolute worst luck, tootles.’ of course, the words are spoken with a cruel laugh instead of any sort of sympathy — but that’s his way.

#sodraggled #im sorry about him

"You think I didn't already know that...? Why are you here, anyways? Don't you have Peter to be following around...?"

In all truth, Tootles wasn’t the only boy to be brought up to that treehouse. Perhaps it hadn’t reached him yet, but Pan had quite the reputation around their high school, one that he was rather proud of having built. But that didn’t detract from the fun he was having with this boy, or from the friendship which he hoped to strike up. At the sound of the question, he flashed a grin at his newfound friend, taking another long drink from the bottle before passing it back to him.

”If you’re so worried about your parents’ reaction, just don’t TELL them. It’s notthat difficult. And D A R E , of course.”

#avicuula #thomas no #youre just trying to avoid drinking it

Licking his lips, Thomas looked around the treehouse, trying to get the taste of alcohol off of his tongue. He knew that, come morning, he'd regret the decision to even think about drinking, and that it would be hard, come school time, to concentrate, and even keep his eyes open against the harsh florescent lights. He took a quick glance at Peter, wondering how he managed to live like this, and how he got over hangovers. He just wanted the best out of this school year, and this wasn't too great a way to start it off. He shrugged at Peter's words, looking down at his hands.

"Yes, but, then, that would be lying to them. I don't really know how you survive your parents if they don't know about this stuff you're doing. I mean, won't they kill you if they find out...? And... alright. Uh... I... I dare you... to finish this entire bottle."

”I dunno, think of something!”

#avicuula #i missed you too bby

"I'll... I'll do your chores for a week...?"

”then prove it!”

"How am I s'posed to do that?"

#avicuula

The other’s nerves were even making him feel a bit antsy, not that he would ever admit to it. Instead, he just grinned as he passed the bottle between them, taking it back when the boy had taken a sip so that he could take another swig himself. A soft sound of contentment escaped his throat at the taste of it and he looked across the treehouse to give Thomas a lazy smile that showed that, while the other may be completely nervous about the whole thing, Peter was entirely at ease with it all. It was, after all, just another game to him.

“Of course it’s not. It’s a nickname. Do try to keep up, Tootles. Toots. TOOTSIE ROLL! Just relax. That’s why you’re no good at it. C’mon, just play the game!It’s fun!Now it’s your turn to ask M E .”