Just always be waiting for me.

"I fly because I never land? I don't get it."

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Heads Up || Open

“…’ey, should’ve watched where t’fuck y’were goin’. Don’t blame me for gettin’ hit, asshole. Move along.” The man barked, an amused smirk curling at his lips, exposing pearly teeth as he leaned back against the brick wall of the alleyway. The poor stranger who’d been victim to a flying rock - evidence of who had thrown it simply coming from the slight trace of dirt along Roscoe’s fingers - gave the man another drunken look, as if debating whether or not it was worth starting a brawl, before he simply sauntered off, leaving the Italian with nothing to entertain himself once more. 

“…Pussy.” He sighed under his breath, bending down in a swift motion to collect another set of ammo for his weapon, rolling the hard gem between his calloused fingers as brown hues searched through the crowd for his next target… Spotting someone who’d just unfortunately chosen to walk by him, Roscoe sneered lightly, drawing his arm back as his eyes narrowed in on the back of the stranger’s head - aiming to set a new high score in his little game. 

—and within a few seconds, the smooth stone was sailing clear out of his hands, bee-lining for another poor unfortunate towns-person’s skull.

[peterheadintheclouds-blog]

Peter was out for a stroll, as per usual during the mid day hours when he was witness to the most to the strangest and most unsettling thing he had seen in a long, long while. Someone was pelting rocks at any passerby along the sidewalk. It was absolutely bonkers! Sure, he did his fair share of shenanigans in his day, a prank here and there, but nothing close to using pedestrians as target practice. It absolutely made his blood boil. He peered around the building corner as he watched the monster pelt not just one, but two innocent people who exclaimed in pain and rubbed t heir heads, walking away. Well, not him.

Furrowing his brow in sheer frustration, the blonde fluttered around the street looking for small rocks of his own. That would teach this bully a lesson. Boy, was he feeling heroic all of a sudden. Once all of his pebbles were in hand, he took to the sky, right above the guy’s head and smirked to himself. A similar rush ran through his veins like when he was younger. And with that,  he took aim, squinting to get the precision just right and...off it went! Square down to the asshole’s head.

“Hey!” He hollered from above. “Garbage face! You looking to haggling people for their lunch money next? If you’re gonna bully, don’t be a cliche.”

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perry-flynn:

Honestly this was just– Perry, just nerding out at the very idea that someone could fly. He couldn’t help it, it was cool. “Gifted” Perry mused, running hs tongue across his teeth “not born with it, then.” Perhaps that made a difference, it hadn’t been integral in his DNA or anything, that had to mean some kind of learning curve. “You can anaylze anything if you put your mind to it.” He quipped with a grin “that’s interesting though, that you were gifted with it but it was still imperfect to start.”

Peter jutted a hip out and stuffed his hands in his pocket while an amused, yet confused smile spread across his features. He knew that the ability to fly was somewhat fascinating to those who hadn’t seen it, but this bloke was on another level. “Yeah, but why would you want to? I get wanting to be super duper worldly and scholarly and understand how everything works and junk, but isn’t it better to feel than to think sometimes? Magic’s not something to think about than it is to feel about...if that makes a lick of sense. Now, that’s something worth jotting down. “Oh, yeah, I was downright awful when trying to fly for the first time. Only thing I had down from the get go was floating in place, but even then gravity would make me down flips and all that if I wasn’t absolutely still.” Peter noted with a smile, looking back on his early days with the power.

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Lost Boys or Lost Dogs?

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dodgerjones:

“Believe me, I’m a lot more perceptive than I likes ta show.” Dodger’s finger coming up to poke his temple a few times. “Definitely picked up on the fact that yous is a stubborn ass.” There he went again with the no filter thing. But he could sense that Peter had finally began to play along so, whatever. Not like he cared if the kid got offended either way. “Can’t say that it does, but let’s just pretend like it made sense.” Dodger mused with a laugh before pausing in the street. “Yeah man, I totally get what yous mean!” He exclaimed in jest before laughing and continuing along. “Me? A big head? Fuck that, I ain’t neva gonna get a big head. I don’t know what yous is talkin’ about.” His head tossing back as he faked offense. Dodger knew he had a big head already, that was obvious. Hell, he’d fuckin’ known that since he was a kid. Nothing was ever gonna change that. 

“You mean you’re not all confidence and smarminess? Huh, I never would’ve been the wiser if you hadn’t told me there, Dodge.” Peter rolled his eyes and feigned shock and offense at being called not just stubborn, but a stubborn ass. “My other favorite quality of yours is your sensitivity and and candidness. And you even gave me a really cute nickname and everything: stubborn ass.” The blonde repeated dreamily with a wide, fake smile plastering his face. “You’re just a bucket full of kindness, aren’t you?” Peter joked, chuckling at his own jesting. “Oh, shut it, Dodger. I can’t even seriously take you saying that even when you’re obviously joking. If I’ve ever met someone to rival my level of obnoxious cockiness, it’s you, my dear friend. But, I guess we’ll just have to see if that cockiness is well deserved when I see you play and sing tonight. Just know that I’ll be keeping a real watchful and critical eye. I’m expecting to be amazed, after all.”

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yourfriendlyneighborhoodlock:

Handsy. Lock wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Typically he wasn’t fond of people grabbing him. Not unless he already knew them. But Lock bit down on his snide comment. Lock stood on the bench, looking at this bloke like he was insane. Because clearly he had to be. But, he was the expert on flying. “Yeah, yeah. Seems easy enough.” He rolled his eyes as he thought of flying. Of having that ability that set him apart from his other siblings. Of flying high above this shitty town. And he jumped…..

And then fell flat on his face. “Oi! What the bloody fuck?”

Another eye roll. Peter fought back the urge to offer one himself but figured it best to bite down and ignore it once more. “Perfect, then you’ll have no trouble soaring from this bench, yeah? On my count: one, two, three!” With that, the blonde bounced off into the air, a few feet off the bench while his companion had a friendly conversation with gravity. After assessing that his partner wasn’t absolutely dead, Peter crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow. “You alright there? That’s odd that you didn’t go flying, mate. See, I was given my powers and was told that happy thoughts boosted my abilities. Thought the same went for others. But, I have heard tell that pixie dust helps too. Now c’mon, I promise you that your thoughts weren’t cheery enough. So, what were they, eh?” Peter asked, curious, floating down just a tad bit.

[tink-bell]

Hide and Seek || Faery PB&J

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tink-bell:

Pixie form was always such a tough form for Tink sometimes. It was true, what they said about faeries. They were so small they could typically only handle one emotion at a time. It often meant that her emotions were fleeting, crashing through her like a tidal wave one after the other. And of course it happened now as she flew. 

Peter was following, she knew it just like she knew that trying to fly away from him would do her no good. They were drawn together, you see. Had spent so much time together. She’d grown up with Peter by her side, had been through hell with him. Which was why him leaving had devastated her so. But it didn’t change anything. She still knew Peter and he would still know her. It was their curse. Unique and their own, like so many other things.

So when Peter sped past her and stopped, she had half a mind to keep going. But the anger that had festered the moment she shrunk down was long gone. Instead it was replaced by sorrow. A deep sadness that had her tiny pixie face contorted in such a way to keep any tears from falling. She’d cried enough over Peter Pan. She wouldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t. So instead of running further or running into him, she simply stopped and hovered in the air. 

It was her name falling from his lips that had her dropping to the ground and shifting back into her human form. Her hair was a bit disheveled, make-up still a runny mess from the mixture of her AA meeting and the fact she was going to have to face this now rather than never, and her breathing was a bit heavy. Her chest heaved with the exertion from flying and shifting and her emotions crashing about within her heart. Now was the moment of truth, what she had wanted more than anything but had thought she would never get.

“Peter.” She said his name plainly though there was a slight tremor as she pushed herself from the forest floor. He was still taller than her, she still had to look up towards him. Even now she found it annoying. Silence stretched between them as she stared up at him, eyes searching for something… anything.

Peter could feel himself whirring through the air, his feet pointed and blobs of color zooming past his peripheral. Out of the specific context, Peter could’ve almost felt like it was old times again; just goofing off and playing around with no cares in the world. Only, that was when life was simple and not bogged down with substance abuse and abandonment issues. 

And who knew really what he was flying to? Why was he scurrying after her after all this time? He figured that if he had ever seen Tink again, he would’ve flown for the hills in a heartbeat. Peter always assumed that he acquired his distaste of conflict from her. After all, he was chasing after her who was flying from conflict because he initially flew away from conflict. It was an awful jumble of things, truly. And what if Tink didn’t want to have anything to do with him and all this energy was all for not? It didn’t matter, Peter figured, his instinct was to go off and console his friend and redeem himself if he could, so that’s what he was going to do.

Once Tink fell to the floor, Peter hovered just above her for a moment before dropping to his knees. If this was some game they were playing, Peter would’ve loved to come out on top, but he wasn’t about to put himself in some position of power. Not now, and not like this. Again, his instinct was to make some sort of physical contact: a comforting hand or maybe even a hug, but he pulled away from these instincts. He knew better.

“Tink.” He simply repeated to himself, as if trying to pull himself down back to reality. This was real and it was happening. There was no flying away now for Peter Pan. A knot was forming and tightening in his stomach as the want to speak rose within the blonde. Peter was never really known for his ability to fess up and take responsibility but this was a now or never kind of moment. “I am so, so, deeply sorry for what I did to you, Tink. Or lack of what I did, maybe.” The blonde sputtered, his eyes welling up with the beginnings of tears. Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, he wring his hands together nervously, waiting for a response.

After another moment of silence passed the two of them by, Peter heaved a heavy sigh and coughed up the courage to go on. “You know, it’s the biggest regret of my life so far.” He mused quietly. And that was saying something considering he had lived about a life and half by that point. “Haven’t been able to properly live with myself since it happened, but...” Peter wanted to become so small he would disappear and simultaneously explode all at once. He was so wrought with stress, sweat starting forming on his brow. “Oh, Tink, won’t you please say something?”

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bdrpbobble:

“So, a music box?” He asked. He reached out and shook Peter’s hand. “Flyin’ ain’t so special. I can do that too. All fairies can.”

After a moment, the blonde simply nodded. “Sure. But, with electricity in it. And it plays loads of songs, not just one.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Peter pouted a bit at the other male. “Well, geez, you sure know how to cut a man down to size.”

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yourfriendlyneighborhoodlock:

Lock looked at the guy like he was stupid, which he probably was if he had to repeat Lock’s own question.”I didn’t stutter, mate. It can’t be that hard,” he rolled his eyes at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. “So come on then. Show me how it’s done.”

This one was snippy. Peter caught on that right away when he looked at him like he was a cat barking. “You want me to show you, then?” Peter repeated just because he was feeling snippy too. “Fine, follow me.” The blonde quipped before grabbed the other male by the hand and dragging him to a bench and up onto it. “All you’re gonna do is think of it really, really hard and kick off from the bench. That’s what I do anyways. Got it?”

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goingtosee-theworld:

“Well, not me, exactly,” said Jane to the stranger, tilting her head a bit. “I just wanted to know how you do it.” In a moment of unexpected forwardness, she’d gone right up to the boy she’d seen flying in the park and asked him.

Peter peered down at the woman, confused, lowering himself from the air just a tad. “I mean, can you really explain this sort of thing? I’m flying. What more do you need to know? Flying to me is almost like walking: I do it without thinking when I wanna do it.” Peter always was remarkable at explaining things.

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perry-flynn:

“I was talking more theoretically” Perry explained with a sigh “I’ve been thinking about the transference of skills and knowledge and such. How do you fly? Did you need to practice or have you always understood how it works?”

This bloke was already way too intelligent for Peter, but he figured humoring him was the best way to go. “I dunno,” The blonde began with a shrug of the shoulders. “I was gifted these powers when I was younger.” Or cursed. “Since then I’ve just known how to do it. Maybe not perfectly, so yeah, I guess some practice was involved. But, I don’t think magic is something you can really analyze like that.”

[tink-bell]

Hide and Seek || Faery PB&J

@peterheadintheclouds

Life outside of rehab was still something that Tink was getting used to. It wasn’t as simple as she had thought it would be. It was easy to hide in her apartment, having different people over to do various things that didn’t involve alcohol or drugs. Things were easy there, easy to not deal with, well, anything. Which was apparently something that Tink liked a whole bunch.

She’d been not dealing with things since Peter left her. Coincidence? I think not.

But her therapist had called. Had said that she needed to uphold her part of their deal. Which had meant finding a sponsor and actually attending her AA meetings. So she’d left her apartment. Gotten dressed up real fancy too. Stylishly holey jeans, purposefully and skillfully cut band tee, denim jacket, and tattered trainers. Tinker Bell was back in business, so to speak.

AA was just as she’d thought it would be. Terrifying and more than she wanted to deal with. She’d been forced to speak, to tell her own story which had led to gross tears and runny makeup. She hadn’t felt better afterwards. Instead she’d felt wrung out like a dish towel. All she wanted was to go home, hide under her blankets and force Johnny Boy into snuggles, and maybe, maybe call Timon to come over. Maybe Paul. She’d been finding comfort in the both of them for so long now it was nearly second nature.

Of course life had a way of changing those plans. She’d been on her way back to her flat, bag of snacks and other goodies in the food category in her hand, when she spotted something or someone that she hadn’t seen in years. Her stomach dropped quickly, a feeling of dread in her as said person turned and caught her eye. This was not what she wanted. not what she needed. Why? Why was this her life right now?

Quick as a flash, she dropped her bag, uncaring that someone else would probably pick it up and make off with her goods before she could come back, and slipped into her pixie form. Subconsciously, she knew that this wouldn’t trick him. He’d seen her pixie form so many other times. Hell, he could fly too. But what was on her mind was getting away. It didn’t matter if he could catch up to her. 

She hovered in her space for a moment before darting off, her pixie dust creating a trail behind her as she darted once in front of his face, tinkling angrily and flicking him off, before zipping and zigzagging away from him, towards the forest.

[peterheadintheclouds-blog]

It was a rare moment when Peter was in a melancholic or reflective sort of state because of his natural instinct to be full of energy and life, but every now and then  he would get lost in the rabbit hole of his thoughts and sulk around his home quietly for a few hours before he got annoyed with his own pretentious attitude and forgot any sense of droopiness. But, his favorite place to do this sort of thinking was up on his roof because being plastered under the stars made  him feel centered and small and humble: feelings that weren’t really in Peter’s docket so to speak.

After what seemed like days charting out what the formation of stars looked like he heaved a sigh to himself and wondered if he would go on to live his life the way he had been for the last several decades: just drifting from town to town, avoiding any real relationships to avoid attachment before moving on to the next town. Just rinse and repeat for the rest of eternity, let alone his eternal life.

As soon as his mind drifted to relationships, his mind immediately raced to her. They were each other’s rock for so long. It was the one relationship Peter never felt guilty about since he got his powers. Then, she spiraled downwards and things simply got too real for Peter so he did what he did best: he flew away. Flew away from any kind of responsibility. It was both his biggest regret in life and at the same time he didn’t regret it a bit. It was an odd combination of feelings that left a knot in his stomach anytime he thought about it. 

A walk, Peter thought to himself. Walks and flights always cleared his head, but since he was on such a grounded high (talk about an oxymoron) he decided to take to his feet. Hopping off his roof, he glided down to the sidewalk and took off. But, he never wanted to stop looking up. It somehow always made him feel better than looking down.

Peter walked until his feet were aching and his head was reeling from staring up for so long. As soon as the blonde leveled his head, he saw her. It was almost as if time froze from the last time he saw her: ripped up grundge-wear and junk for dinner. Classic. And in her classic fashion, she shrunk and sped off. Peter didn’t know how to react in his head, so his feet got to work for him and bounded off the ground, flying after the trail of dust in the air. What a great escape.

Now determined he sped like a torpedo after her until he was far enough past her to block her way since she was such a wee thing.

“Tink.” He breathed, exhausted, confused and almost throw up-y.

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paint-with-spirit:

“Well, yeah!” Urs responded excitedly. “I mean, if it’s a thing that you can really actually do, then you gotta prove it. Pics or it didn’t happen, man.”

“You’re utterly insatiable, I swear.” Peter exclaimed with a playful shake of the head. “I can obviously show you, duh.” The blonde noted casually as he floated up above the ground. “But, teach you? Dunno ‘bout that.”

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bdrpbobble:

“What’s an MP3 player?” The sparrowman asked, confused. This whole conversation was very confusing to him, honestly. “I’m Bobble by the way. Tinker Fairy.”

Peter was becoming more and more perplexed by the second. In this day and age, how could someone not know what an MP3 player was? “Um...well, it’s sorta like a little box that plays music for you. If that makes sense.” Which it probable didn’t. “Oh! Peter. Flying boy. Charmed.” He responded, outstretching his hand to Bobble.

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Lost Boys or Lost Dogs?

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dodgerjones:

“Everyone’s a kid, yous shoulda picked up on that by now.” It was a name he tossed out relatively easily. No matter if the person ended up being older than him or not. Everyone got it. Well, except the ladies, they got doll or some other bullshit like that. But Dodger couldn’t imagine that he was much older than Peter, and definitely did not deserve the title of good sir. He was too much of a kid at heart for that. “Yous always had it then? The flyin’ shit.” A stupid question in the end of it, but it just came out. Magic always kind of intrigued him a bit as much as he had seen it back home, even here. He tried not to mess with it of course, that shit could get way too messy. But flying seemed pretty harmless. “Nah, I gets what you mean. Heys, if it makes you feel betta you just keep doin’ your flyin’ shit.” It’s not like he cared either way. “Amen to that.” That’s what made Dodger just love life so much. The spontaneity of it. Never knowing what’s about to be around the corner. “Heys, I know that I’m amazin’. Just liked hearin’ yous say it.” He teased. It was the whole modesty thing he was going for. Make it seem like he was truly unsure of himself just so his head would get bigger. “Ohs, I always put on a show. That’s the beauty of seein’ The Dodge up on that stage.”

“Hey, call me stubborn. But, I don’t doubt that you’ve picked up on that by now.” Peter jeered with a playful gleam in his eyes. At this point it was just kind of fun to mess with Dodger. If being friends mean having to put up with the nickname kid for the duration of their relationship, then so be it. It truly wasn’t all that big of a deal, at least as much as Peter sought out to make it when they first met. Like he said, he was incredibly stubborn. “Not always, no. Only had the powers for a hot second in time, technically, but it feels like I’ve had them for an entire lifetime if that makes any lick of sense.” Of course he wasn’t going to blurt out that he’s lived longer than most people normally get to in a lifetime and he wasn’t even technically lying, so his conscious was more than clear. “Well, I just might take you up on that offer. If there’s anything I love more in this life, it’s that flyin’ shit.” Peter mocked the other male jokingly with the same sort of drawl he said his words with. Dodger was honestly making this too easy at this point. “Call me crazy, but I get the feeling that the part of you that people like the most is your humility, isn’t it?” He asked with a sense of sincerity before busting out in laughter once again. “Now, don’t go and get a big head on me, Dodger. Well...a bigger head. Nothing people hate more than a big ol’ ego.” At least one that could rival Peter’s.

[peterheadintheclouds-blog]

“You want me to teach you how to fly?” Peter repeated the question, dumbfounded, followed by a chuckle of amusement. “I may be no expert in magic, but I’m almost positive that that’s not how it works.”

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Lost Boys or Lost Dogs?

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dodgerjones:

++Dodger laughed, finally letting loose just a little bit as this kid was starting to grow on him. Key word starting. But he wasn’t gonna stop the guy from helping him out when he clearly wanted to this much. He got a free publicist out of it basically. “Good sir? Jesus Christ kid, I ain’t that old.” Shoving Peter’s shoulder as they continued to walk down the street. “So yous was just gonna casually throw that into the conversation without so much as explainin’ that that’s something yous can do?” His eyebrow raising even more as he saw Peter begin to float above the sidewalk. “Yeahs, I feel like it would jut fuck up the whole order knowin’ what shit is to come.” He tossed his hand out in front of him as if he were literally throwing the idea away. “And I ain’t about to fuck up a good future by worryin’ about its too much.” His head shaking from side to side just for added effect. “Yous can be passionate about somethin’ though and still suck dick at it.” Of course that wasn’t the case for Dodger, he was talented and confident. Ladies line up. “Course not in my case, I ain’t gonna argues with you there, I’m just sayin’.” He quickly added with a laugh. “Well, hows about you come and find me afters you see my set. Then let me knows if you still think if I’m just as good.”

Peter chuckled and playfully nudged the others shoulder with his own. “Oh, ease off. If I’m a kid, then you can be a good sir. Fair is fair, after all.” Peter noted with a pointed finger and a raised eyebrow. As much as Dodger may have not liked him in the beginning or not at all, Peter couldn’t help but feel a friendship budding, even if it was in its earliest of stages. But, he wouldn’t say anything in the event that he was still just a nuisance. “I dunno, I guess I’ve just been doing it for what seems like a lifetime, that I almost forget that it’s something people really care about, you know? Whenever people make a big fuss about, it’s hard for me to not get confused since it’s almost like the equivalent of being shocked that you’re walking with me right now. If that makes any lick of sense. “And it would just make life boring. The fun in life comes from not knowing what’s to come, so that would just defeat the whole purpose. You wouldn’t be living, you’d be surviving.” Peter crossed his arms across his chest and huffed a piece of blonde hair away from his face. “Well, of course you can, but I doubt it’s the case for you.” But, what he said was just redundant since Dodger was already sure of it himself. “Well, lookie here, Mr. Confidence. Never mind me trying to talk you up. You do an awfully good job of it yourself.” The blonde joked nudging the other. “Fine. I’ll withdraw my judgement ‘til then. But, you better put on one hell of a performance.”

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bdrpbobble:

Bobble looked back up at the other. “Sorry. I just came from the Hollow. I don’t really know who any of your mundus celebri’ies are.” He explained looking at the other with a shy smile

The Hollow? It sounded familiar, but he wouldn’t press on it. “Oh,” Peter simply noted with a small hum. “Well, Steve Jobs was a man who co-founded a company called Apple. Like the fruit. And the company was waaaay successful, making phones, computers, watches, mp3 players and everything in between. So, he’s responsible for that phone in your hands, big guy.”

[peterheadintheclouds-blog]

Lost Boys or Lost Dogs?

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dodgerjones:

“Hey kid, if yous want to do it then by all means go for it, I ain’t stoppin’ yous.” Dodger laughed, removing his hands from his pockets for a moment to give Peter a few hits on the back. “Wait, did yous say fly?” An eyebrow raising as Dodger looked more to the boy walking along side of him, probably more than what he had during this entire interaction. It’s not that Dodger would be completely blown away if this kid could fly, it was just something Peter had so offhandedly mentioned that it was surprising. “Heys, maybe you can see the future, I wouldn’t put it past ya in a place this.” Though to hear Peter admit that Dodger’s passion for the craft was evident was very reassuring. To see and hear that someone could tell how much he loved music and everything about it within a first meeting made it seem worth it. “Peoples get into it for the money, which you knows, is nice. Who doesn’t like money? But that ain’t why I do it. Just somethin’ about bein’ on stage, lettin’ peoples hear what yous pour your heart into. It’s good.” He tried to play it off with a shrug, but it was ultimately his number one passion. He couldn’t not get excited about it. “Eh, don’t know if that makes me talented, just shows how much time I gots on my hands.” He mused with a laugh.

Peter beamed and rocked back and forth on his heels excitedly. “Consider it done! We’ll get that club packed with people, you have my word on that, good sir.” The blonde assured with a confident grin spreading on his features. “Huh? Oh, yeah I can fly.” He responded with a simple shrug of the shoulders, floating just a few inches off the ground. To him it wasn’t that special or out of the ordinary anymore, but he figured it wasn’t an everyday occurrence for everyone else. “Nah, I wish I could though. Imagine being able to see the future!” Peter exclaimed with genuine excitement as he let the image come to his head. That was until he let the idea sit for more than thirty seconds. “Y’know, on second thought, I wouldn’t want that power. Kinda takes the whole fun outta life. I like the unexpected and the spontaneous.” Hearing Dodger talk about music was something refreshing for Peter. He swore he could sit there and listen to him talk about it for hours and hours on end. It was just that inspiring. “And that’s how I know you’re gonna make it big! I’ve never met someone with as much drive and love for what you do than you! And that’s gotta be something special.” Shaking his head with a grin, Peter stuffed a free hand into his own pocket. “Ah, quite being modest. That makes you like insanely talented. Ten times more talented than anyone I know, at least.”