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honey:

A sad expression overtook Honey at the sound of Peyton’s last statement. Without hesitation, she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, giving a very gentle squeeze. “I miss her too, Peyton. But you know Winnie; she’s tough as nails.”

Peyton tensed slightly when Honey initially touched him. He still startled easily, though living in the same apartment as Ron Stoppable seemed to actually help with that. He was louder than Peyton was used to having lived alone. He forced himself to relax his shoulders and look over toward Honey. “T-Tougher than m-most, yeah..” He allowed that thought to swirl through his head in an attempt to replace the bad ones. “Um... I-I just... D-D’you wanna... g-go d-d-do s-something?”

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phillip:

“Woah woah woah woah…” He reached his hands out as the other looked down with his voice breaking “Uh…hey…it’s alright. She…misses you too, I’m sure.”

A sad smile crept upon Peyton’s face when the other attempted to quell his spiraling thoughts. He wondered what people must think of this stuttering boy that seemed on the verge of tears whenever Winnie’s name was uttered. “I, um, j-just w-want her to be okay...” He glanced at Phillip, unsure how to proceed. “W-What do y-you think h-h-happened?”

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tiana:

“The last thing we should lose is hope. Maybe with this the police is one step closer to finding out where she is and she’ll be back in a few days“, she reached out and rubbed his back, “things are going to be alright, you can cry all you want to, let the sad feelings out”. 

“Y-Yeah, if M-Mrs. Tre-Tremaine didn’t k--” Peyton bit his tongue, forcing himself not to say the words. He didn’t know what he’d do if Winnie wasn’t okay. He wasn’t prepared to deal with the cost. Instead, Peyton leaned into Tiana’s touch, grateful for her gentle words. “I-I think I’m c-cried out r-right now but... th-th-thanks..”

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berlioz:

Peyton had a roommate? Now that… that was a vast improvement. “I’m proud of you man.” His mother had taken a sabbatical for whatever reason so he knew he was probably missing his piano lessons. He thought those were good for Peyton, helped him learn to keep time and rhythm. Both helped with his stammer, and Berlioz never wanted Peyton to be ashamed. But he always wanted to help him in his own way. “Well, you tell me your schedule and maybe you and I can continue piano lessons. I’m sure mama wouldn’t want you skipping out.”

The words I’m proud of you were so unexpected they caused Peyton to blink at Berlioz as though he were a malfunctioning machine. A grin spread across his face, though, once it registered properly. “Th-Thanks!” His entire demeanor shifted from being apologetic and nervous to excited and engaged in this conversation. “I h-have Mondays off and-and w-weekends where there aren’t-aren’t events?” He offered. “Th-Thanks, B-Berlioz. It was-was f-fun last time!”

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lock:

“Pretty hard to miss it, frankly.” Lock dryly muttered under his breath - the whole ‘Winnie’s Missing!’ fiasco had never really stood out to him as something of too much importance, to the point where, in his relief that everyone seemed to have shut up about it, he’d honestly forgotten something had happened until it was all her name he’d heard around town that morning, like a ghost coming back from their (admittedly, fairly recent) past. He turned his head to watch him as he carried on, and as he managed his way through the sentence, he couldn’t stop a small smirk from growing on his face. “Oh, good, stay hopeful!” he smiled, not bothering to mask his sarcasm, “She’s still got like, what, four, four n’a half years, right?” He hopped down from his perch, clapping a hand on his back, “Plenty of time.”

Peyton froze when Lock spoke, not having expected one of the Trick-or-Treat Trio to comment on his worry. Especially not this member of the Trick-or-Treat Trio. He didn’t know Lock or Shock as well as he knew Barrel due to classes in school but he definitely knew of them from his father and rumors floating through Sunnyside. “W-Why would you s-say th-that?” Peyton asked, irritation coloring his tone. He attempted to step out of arm’s reach of the other boy. “Y-You d-don’t think she’s.....?” Peyton demanded, unable to finish the question without a lump forming in his throat. “W-Winnie’s... Winnie’s a t-tough woman... She’s g-gotta be f-f-f-f-fine!”

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ferris:

“I know there already was one at college. I’m sh-sure they have suh-something s-s-similar at the community center,” Ferris nodded along, kind of taking more note of Peyton’s reactions than he was the actual conversation, “I mean, I joined one in hi-high school, in fact. Helped me a lot, really.”

“Ch-Charlie, uh, w-wanted one I re-remember? I’ll ch-check.” Peyton looked away from Ferris, ears turning a light pink due to his own awkwardness and embarrassment. He wasn’t exactly close with the other boy, though he didn’t dislike Ferris either. He just wished that he wasn’t so frightened. Hearing Ferris admitting about joining a GSA piqued Peyton’s interest, though he attempted to quell his reaction. “I, um, d-don’t r-really do... activities with-with-with o-others? M-More... s-solos?”

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Peyton sat perched upon the couch in his and Ron’s apartment. He was having a hard time with motivating himself to practice his piano so he decided to take a break from his keyboard. Debating whether or not he was about to make food, he glanced up when he heard a door open. “Oh, um, h-hey...”

@buenacho

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ferris:

Though Ferris and Peyton shared a stutter, Ferris held a lot more pent-up energy inside himself. He noticed immediately how slowly and cautiously Peyton responded when it didn’t seem like a questionable statement. Of course, Ferris’ whole identity crisis had happened when he was less than 12 and since accepting himself,, it was one of the very few things in life he didn’t worry about. He had to remember other people weren’t always like that, “I- A few pe-people have said to do an event. That’s all a bi-bit too lou-loud for me.”

“M-Maybe I could, um, t-talk to Ch-Charlie about... about doing something at the-the community center? Like.. Like a GSA or-or something?” Peyton offered, shoving his hands into his pockets. He’d been tempted to peek into the LGBT groups on campus before but it had never suited him to show up to any group things that weren’t required for class. “I, um, also d-don’t like crowds..”

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cindy:

“I did. I think we all miss her…”

After coming home and seeing the sight of Madame Tremaine being arrested and being pulled into a police car, the recent news of Winnie’s badge being in her office still fresh on her mind, Cindy decided to go to town to clear her mind for a bit, standing right in front of Winnie’s beloved bakery. 

Could her suspicion be true? For now, she chose to remain silent, looking at the young man standing next to her. 

“She has the kindest heart I ever met in Sunnyside. I thought of her as a mother, you know? I think a lot of us do. How did you know her?”

“She, um, st-stepped up when-when my m-mom d-died and...” He hiccuped, attempting to quell the tears he’d been holding back since she had disappeared. “I, um, w-worked at the b-bakery... Just h-helped out...” He shrugged, glancing over at Cindy. He recognized most of the people in Sunnyside from working alongside Winnie, even if he didn’t know them. “I’m, um... s-sorry....”

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berlioz‌:

Berlioz smiled when Peyton recognized him. He did look a little different. A little fuller, a little more…. Grown. And he felt it, too. Standing, he patted Peyton’s shoulder. “It was only a few weeks man. You’d think I’d ran away.” He joked grinning. He put his messenger bag on his shoulder before tilting his head. “How’s your summer so far?”

“I mean, um, I just... I just m-missed you.” Peyton smiled. “G-Good! Um, I-I moved in with R-Ron? Y’know, um, St-Stoppa--” He paused, taking a deep breath. “St-Stoppable.” That name had way too many consonants. “I, um, also w-work at the... the community center.”

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berlioz‌:

In his time since he’d come home from summer program, the youngest Bonfamille had kept to himself. More or less because he couldn’t really be bothered to do anything other than play some music for about a week straight. One thing no one warned him about was lack of instruments the base offered, and he’d been going through withdraw not having his hands on something. But he finally made his way out of the house, sitting in the middle of the park jotting down some notes on a new piece he’d worked on in his head. At least until the sun got blocked off. Looking up, his brow raised. “The joke might be old, but you do make a better door than a window, ya know.” @sunnysidestarters

Peyton was trying to clear his head and get out of the house more. He’d been in a slump simply going to and from the community center for work and avoiding people any other chance. It was stifling and he couldn’t just blame the lack of classes anymore. He had to own up to the fact it was simply his own doing that left him so alone. “S-Sorry!” Peyton spluttered, quickly moving out of the way. It took him a moment to fully realize who had spoken and, when he did, his eyes sprang open. “B-B-Berlioz! Y-You’re b-back!”

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ferris‌:

“Pri-Pride month is over, bu-but I still think it’d be nice to co-con-congr-gra-congr- to say good job to everyone may-making it though the year,” Ferris mumbled a little louder so the person across from him could hear. He’d lived in town his entire life, it always sort of confused him how Sunnyside didn’t do their own pride parade.

@sunnysidestarters

Peyton glanced over at Ferris, opening and closing his mouth with things that he wanted to say. He wasn’t open and out, even to himself, so it wasn’t as though he were about to spill that secret. Instead he nodded, deciding that agreeing generally was the safest option. “S-Sunnyside, um, sh-should d-do something..”

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“D-Did you hear the n-news? I, um, I h-hope W-Winnie’s alright... Her... Her badge...” Peyton’s voice broke and he looked to the ground. “I... I just m-miss her..”

@sunnysidestarters

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Gutten som ikke klarte å holde pusten under vann.

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charlie:

Charlie couldn’t help but smile at the brief affection and Peyton’s grin.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the boy smile so brightly.  “Oh, he was a huge nerd, always hung out with Kim?  You probably remember Kim,” he said dismissively before grinning and pulling off his shirt.  “Let’s get in then,” he said before backing up toward the pool, jumping backwards into the water.

Peyton nodded, remembering Kim rather clearly. “H-Her I remember.” She was one of those people that didn’t really fade into the background like Peyton did. He glanced over at Charlie before blushing and muttering something about going to change. He spotted the locker room, dashing in quickly to change from his sweats into his swim trunks. Reemerging, Peyton slowly eased his way into the water. “K-Kinda c-cold...”

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sally:

Sally nodded. She could feel his nerves radiating off of him in waves, and she wondered what was making him so nervous. “Well, I can do work clothes.” She assured him, walking over and picking up some measuring tape. “Why don’t you come over here and I’ll take your measurements. You can tell me your ideas for your clothes.” She offered gently.

Peyton, hearing the gentle voice of this woman, felt his muscles relax minutely. He nodded, approaching her and allowing the woman to do her work. “Um... I-I need some... some d-dress shirts? And... And p-probably p-pants?” He frowned, kicking himself for not asking Charlie more questions about the job. “Um... I’m gonna be h-helping at the C-Community C-C-Center.”