Shut up and Listen

[professionally-petty]

[Recording Log: Assistant Peter | GRN-YLW Operations | Timestamp: Classified]

Alright, listen up, because I’m only saying this once.

The name's Peter. Not 'Pete,' not 'Petey,' and God forbid, never just 'Assistant.'

Anyways Im the Assistant to GRN-YLW Operations, professional handler of chaos, and...let’s be honest...the only person in this building who knows how to use a damn stapler correctly...

My job? Everything. Logistics, schedules, managing egos, and ensuring this team doesn’t accidentally blow itself up before lunch. Frankly, I deserve a medal for putting up with this bullshit of incompetence. But do I get one? No. Instead, I get last-minute emergencies and a pile of paperwork that could rival Mount Everest.

Why do I do it? Because if I didn’t, this place would collapse faster than a Scout’s patience in a losing game... And if you think I’m exaggerating, try spending five minutes here without me. I dare you...

Anyway, if nothing’s actively on fire, I’m ending this recording. I have better things to do—like fixing all of your mistakes. Goodbye.

Heres some things to keep yourselves organized such as myself

Tags:

📞#hello? its peter - answering questions

📞#someone is calling - interacting

📞#I got a job for you - asking questions

📞#journal entry - random peter bs

📞#(I AM SO SORRY QMQ) - mod apologizing for peter aka peter being a fucking bitch compilation

PSSSSSTTTT OI OI OI (baka-) MOD STUFF DOWN HERE!!!

Mod is a minor! so pls dont do anything weird! Like super weird asks and stuff. but rizz up the asshole all ya want ig?

You know the usual DNI; if ur homophobic, racist, transphobic, bigoted zoo/pedophile stuff ect ect JUST DON'T EVEN BOTHER-

any acc is highly encouraged to interact :DD feel free to ask questions and such! HUZZAH

feel free to ship him with anyone/any of your OCS!! I'm really happy to do so!

Fun Fact :D :peter's pronouns are he/they and he is intersex YUPPIE so do what you will with that information!!

here are some of mod's tags

TAGS (mod edition):

🍜#(ze noodle is doodle) - any drawings of peter i did

🍜#(CRYING,SCREAMING,GRIPPING YOU) - FANART DONE BY ANYONE!! fan art is highly encouraged and i love it when you draw the silly fucking bastard

🍜#(I AM SO SORRY QMQ) - like at the top- Im apologizing for peter-

🍜#HEAR YE HEAR YE 🗣️ - mod annoucements

[professionally-petty]

Liam makes his way to Peter's office, knocking on the door. His hair was.. good, for once, since he didnt have his beanie. He wore a suit as well, a good suit. Clean, nice, pretty. Everything lime wasnt

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Why was he so nervous? Lime doesnt knock on peters door! but.. Liam does. And Liam was going on this date, not lime.

@that-lime-reporter

Peter had just wrapped up his work for the day. His brain felt like static...completely fried from hours of paperwork- and his body ached from hauling corpses around like it was part of his job description (which, to be fair, it kind of was). His legs barely worked.

He wasn't thinking about much beyond collapsing. He already changed out of his uniform, slung his bag over his shoulder, and was ready to faceplant into a weekend full of cheap instant noodles, booze and uninterrupted silence. Bliss.

For once, he actually felt something close to joy. A brief flicker of peace in the middle of his personal hellscape. He could go home. Relax. Pretend his job didn’t exist.

He shoved open the door, steps already dragging toward the exit!!-...only to stop dead in his tracks.

Standing there, like some glitch in reality, was Lime(?)

Bouquet in hand. Clean clothes. Hair done. Posture weirdly... put-together.

Peter stared. Blinked. Squinted.

"...Uh. Hi? Can I help you?"

He said it like he genuinely didn't recognize him. Because he didn't. Not like this anyways...

[the-lime-scunt]

AAYYE pumpki- Peter. Liam smiled proudly, he was trying to be his best self. Well, the best Liam can be

a-about dat uhh... date? Ya know, er.. wit' me? an' you?

He cursed himself in his head. He was fumbling! He quickly shoved the bouquet in Peter's hands, as his smile dropped from proud to terrified. Did peter forget? Was it the wrong day of the date!? Too many thoughts in his head

[professionally-petty]

Peter stared at the bouquet. Then at the guy who gave it to him. Then back at the bouquet.

There was a pause- like his brain lagged.

Oh. Right.

The date.

...

With Lime.

...

But the guy standing in front of him? He didn't LOOK like Lime. Oh nonono, He's Too...clean. No hat. Clothes actually fit. Posture halfway decent. Suspiciously presentable.

He squinted. "…Sorry, do I know you?"

His voice came out flat, automatic, maybe a little too genuine. But a faint blush crept up his face, much to his own horror.

If this was Lime, then...

Oh God...Oh fuck- What the hell did he do? Did he get help from Gio or something?! There's no way.

The same lime who cussed out during matches yelling into the microphone while Peter had to supervise all of them, the same lime who kept bugs in his tower and probably EATS them, the same lime who barges in on a almost daily bases when he's trying to finish up work early just so he can go home and not deal with all this bull shit anymore...IS THIS GUY??

This guy who's wearing a suit and tie, speaking politely SOFTLY even.

He cleared his throat and blinked hard.

Nope. Still there. Still... Lime(?)...Probably.

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam chuckled, nervously, then lost it. He laughed harder than he ever has, probably due to the nerves and stress of the situation

Aw- Aw, pumpkin! Cmon man, He gripped the door frame. Lime looked up as he caught his breath So, you ready or what?

And just like a switch, Liam stood up straight, fixed his hair, and held out his hand to peter. Smiling, softly, of course.

[professionally-petty]

Peter watched Lime- gripping the doorway, laughing like a damn maniac. What the hell was so funny? Why the hell was he laughing?

Peter stood there, frozen, utterly lost.

This couldn't be Lime. Lime didn't look like this. Lime didn’t act like this. Lime didn't show up in clean clothes, with his hair done, and- God...for once, not smelling like something exploded.

Peter's eyebrow twitched.

His mouth settled into something awkward, a tight mess between a scowl and a smirk. Disbelief. Discomfort. Something warm he didn't want to name.

Then Lime held out his hand.

Steady. Sure. Like this was all perfectly normal.

Peter stared at it for a second too long.

"you look...decent...for once" he muttered quietly, eyes not leaving Lime's hand. " I don't remember agreeing to this but...whatever"

he rolled his eyes trying to force back a smile, his voice was too soft to bite. and his eyes were focused on something else entirely just so he won't look at whatever or whoever is standing infront of him

...but he took liam's hand anyway...

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam held peters hand gently as they walked. He was quiet, uncharacteristically, letting peter talk and control the conversation.

Everything was going swell, until they actually had to get to the. place. Easy enough, Peter probably had a car! Lime.. couldnt pass his driver's test, or afford a car. And he HATES public transit. Disgusting!

So.. um, hate ta ask, but, ya got a car? Or anythin? i dont.. err, mind, taking the bus if we gotta,

Liam was putting up a smile. He could feel that wave of uneasyness and displeasure by thinking about taking the transit.

[professionally-petty]

Peter walked alongside Lime toward the exit, hands shoved in his pockets, talking about his day in that low, awkward way of his...like each word had to be dragged out of him.

It wasn't until they were halfway out the door that transportation even crossed his mind. He gave a short sigh.

"Oh, yeah...we're definitely taking a bus," he said, matter-of-fact.

They stepped outside, and he lingered by the curb, glancing down the street like he was already mapping the route in his head.

"Bus, taxi… sometimes a subway or two if I'm unlucky. Can't exactly afford a car, and borrowing one from family's not an option...."

He shrugged, voice flat but not bitter.

"Why? You offering?"

[professionally-petty]

Licks you

...ew fuck off-

[professionally-petty]

Liam makes his way to Peter's office, knocking on the door. His hair was.. good, for once, since he didnt have his beanie. He wore a suit as well, a good suit. Clean, nice, pretty. Everything lime wasnt

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Why was he so nervous? Lime doesnt knock on peters door! but.. Liam does. And Liam was going on this date, not lime.

@that-lime-reporter

Peter had just wrapped up his work for the day. His brain felt like static...completely fried from hours of paperwork- and his body ached from hauling corpses around like it was part of his job description (which, to be fair, it kind of was). His legs barely worked.

He wasn't thinking about much beyond collapsing. He already changed out of his uniform, slung his bag over his shoulder, and was ready to faceplant into a weekend full of cheap instant noodles, booze and uninterrupted silence. Bliss.

For once, he actually felt something close to joy. A brief flicker of peace in the middle of his personal hellscape. He could go home. Relax. Pretend his job didn’t exist.

He shoved open the door, steps already dragging toward the exit!!-...only to stop dead in his tracks.

Standing there, like some glitch in reality, was Lime(?)

Bouquet in hand. Clean clothes. Hair done. Posture weirdly... put-together.

Peter stared. Blinked. Squinted.

"...Uh. Hi? Can I help you?"

He said it like he genuinely didn't recognize him. Because he didn't. Not like this anyways...

[the-lime-scunt]

AAYYE pumpki- Peter. Liam smiled proudly, he was trying to be his best self. Well, the best Liam can be

a-about dat uhh... date? Ya know, er.. wit' me? an' you?

He cursed himself in his head. He was fumbling! He quickly shoved the bouquet in Peter's hands, as his smile dropped from proud to terrified. Did peter forget? Was it the wrong day of the date!? Too many thoughts in his head

[professionally-petty]

Peter stared at the bouquet. Then at the guy who gave it to him. Then back at the bouquet.

There was a pause- like his brain lagged.

Oh. Right.

The date.

...

With Lime.

...

But the guy standing in front of him? He didn't LOOK like Lime. Oh nonono, He's Too...clean. No hat. Clothes actually fit. Posture halfway decent. Suspiciously presentable.

He squinted. "…Sorry, do I know you?"

His voice came out flat, automatic, maybe a little too genuine. But a faint blush crept up his face, much to his own horror.

If this was Lime, then...

Oh God...Oh fuck- What the hell did he do? Did he get help from Gio or something?! There's no way.

The same lime who cussed out during matches yelling into the microphone while Peter had to supervise all of them, the same lime who kept bugs in his tower and probably EATS them, the same lime who barges in on a almost daily bases when he's trying to finish up work early just so he can go home and not deal with all this bull shit anymore...IS THIS GUY??

This guy who's wearing a suit and tie, speaking politely SOFTLY even.

He cleared his throat and blinked hard.

Nope. Still there. Still... Lime(?)...Probably.

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam chuckled, nervously, then lost it. He laughed harder than he ever has, probably due to the nerves and stress of the situation

Aw- Aw, pumpkin! Cmon man, He gripped the door frame. Lime looked up as he caught his breath So, you ready or what?

And just like a switch, Liam stood up straight, fixed his hair, and held out his hand to peter. Smiling, softly, of course.

[professionally-petty]

Peter watched Lime- gripping the doorway, laughing like a damn maniac. What the hell was so funny? Why the hell was he laughing?

Peter stood there, frozen, utterly lost.

This couldn't be Lime. Lime didn't look like this. Lime didn’t act like this. Lime didn't show up in clean clothes, with his hair done, and- God...for once, not smelling like something exploded.

Peter's eyebrow twitched.

His mouth settled into something awkward, a tight mess between a scowl and a smirk. Disbelief. Discomfort. Something warm he didn't want to name.

Then Lime held out his hand.

Steady. Sure. Like this was all perfectly normal.

Peter stared at it for a second too long.

"you look...decent...for once" he muttered quietly, eyes not leaving Lime's hand. " I don't remember agreeing to this but...whatever"

he rolled his eyes trying to force back a smile, his voice was too soft to bite. and his eyes were focused on something else entirely just so he won't look at whatever or whoever is standing infront of him

...but he took liam's hand anyway...

[professionally-petty]

Liam makes his way to Peter's office, knocking on the door. His hair was.. good, for once, since he didnt have his beanie. He wore a suit as well, a good suit. Clean, nice, pretty. Everything lime wasnt

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Why was he so nervous? Lime doesnt knock on peters door! but.. Liam does. And Liam was going on this date, not lime.

@that-lime-reporter

Peter had just wrapped up his work for the day. His brain felt like static...completely fried from hours of paperwork- and his body ached from hauling corpses around like it was part of his job description (which, to be fair, it kind of was). His legs barely worked.

He wasn't thinking about much beyond collapsing. He already changed out of his uniform, slung his bag over his shoulder, and was ready to faceplant into a weekend full of cheap instant noodles, booze and uninterrupted silence. Bliss.

For once, he actually felt something close to joy. A brief flicker of peace in the middle of his personal hellscape. He could go home. Relax. Pretend his job didn’t exist.

He shoved open the door, steps already dragging toward the exit!!-...only to stop dead in his tracks.

Standing there, like some glitch in reality, was Lime(?)

Bouquet in hand. Clean clothes. Hair done. Posture weirdly... put-together.

Peter stared. Blinked. Squinted.

"...Uh. Hi? Can I help you?"

He said it like he genuinely didn't recognize him. Because he didn't. Not like this anyways...

[the-lime-scunt]

AAYYE pumpki- Peter. Liam smiled proudly, he was trying to be his best self. Well, the best Liam can be

a-about dat uhh... date? Ya know, er.. wit' me? an' you?

He cursed himself in his head. He was fumbling! He quickly shoved the bouquet in Peter's hands, as his smile dropped from proud to terrified. Did peter forget? Was it the wrong day of the date!? Too many thoughts in his head

[professionally-petty]

Peter stared at the bouquet. Then at the guy who gave it to him. Then back at the bouquet.

There was a pause- like his brain lagged.

Oh. Right.

The date.

...

With Lime.

...

But the guy standing in front of him? He didn't LOOK like Lime. Oh nonono, He's Too...clean. No hat. Clothes actually fit. Posture halfway decent. Suspiciously presentable.

He squinted. "…Sorry, do I know you?"

His voice came out flat, automatic, maybe a little too genuine. But a faint blush crept up his face, much to his own horror.

If this was Lime, then...

Oh God...Oh fuck- What the hell did he do? Did he get help from Gio or something?! There's no way.

The same lime who cussed out during matches yelling into the microphone while Peter had to supervise all of them, the same lime who kept bugs in his tower and probably EATS them, the same lime who barges in on a almost daily bases when he's trying to finish up work early just so he can go home and not deal with all this bull shit anymore...IS THIS GUY??

This guy who's wearing a suit and tie, speaking politely SOFTLY even.

He cleared his throat and blinked hard.

Nope. Still there. Still... Lime(?)...Probably.

[professionally-petty]

Liam makes his way to Peter's office, knocking on the door. His hair was.. good, for once, since he didnt have his beanie. He wore a suit as well, a good suit. Clean, nice, pretty. Everything lime wasnt

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Why was he so nervous? Lime doesnt knock on peters door! but.. Liam does. And Liam was going on this date, not lime.

@that-lime-reporter

Peter had just wrapped up his work for the day. His brain felt like static...completely fried from hours of paperwork- and his body ached from hauling corpses around like it was part of his job description (which, to be fair, it kind of was). His legs barely worked.

He wasn't thinking about much beyond collapsing. He already changed out of his uniform, slung his bag over his shoulder, and was ready to faceplant into a weekend full of cheap instant noodles, booze and uninterrupted silence. Bliss.

For once, he actually felt something close to joy. A brief flicker of peace in the middle of his personal hellscape. He could go home. Relax. Pretend his job didn’t exist.

He shoved open the door, steps already dragging toward the exit!!-...only to stop dead in his tracks.

Standing there, like some glitch in reality, was Lime(?)

Bouquet in hand. Clean clothes. Hair done. Posture weirdly... put-together.

Peter stared. Blinked. Squinted.

"...Uh. Hi? Can I help you?"

He said it like he genuinely didn't recognize him. Because he didn't. Not like this anyways...

[the-lime-scunt]

Peter groaned as he slumped further into his chair, phone tucked between shoulder and cheek as he punched in Lime’s number with the kind of aggressive finger jabs reserved for people you love to hate.

A letter arrived in his inbox today—a letter he wasn’t expecting, and one he never wanted...It sat there like a loaded gun, subject line cold and official. No warning. No context. Just quiet inevitability.

Sadly business was business...so he had to make the call...

It rang. Once. Twice.

"Hey...It's me... Peter..."

@professionally-petty

Lime picked up the phone immediately. He was so happy to find out it was his favorite person in the entire base, peter!! He smiled as he talked

Heeey pumpkin!! So glad ya called, you.. heh.. thinkin bout a 2nd date or-

[professionally-petty]

He groaned. already regretting this whole situation. If he didn't do what hes told theres a 70% chance he might get fired. as much as He loves to gamble...the odds weren't always in his favor...

there was no enthusiasm in his voice. No inflection. Just pure, overcooked exhaustion.

"So. lets just make this quick n' all since I don't have the time to deal with your bullshit questions but surprise surprise...You’ve been... promoted...Congratulations or whatever."

He leaned back, swinging slightly in his office chair with all the grace of a man contemplating hjs decisions

"Yeah...I know. Shocking." he rolls his eyes "Against all odds, a certain someone thought you were qualified for something more than yelling into a mic and being terrible at your own job...Which is you know...killing people-"

[professionally-petty]

Hello. The following is a message from the Teufort Census Bureau.

How would you rate your current employment?

Thank you for your co-operation.

@tf2-data-collection-agency

Peter sipped his coffee with the dull rhythm of someone too tired to care. His inbox was a warzone...unread, unanswered, unwanted. Just the way he left it. He scrolled lazily, barely paying attention, until a certain subject line caught his eye. from the one and only...

Then he choked.

Coffee sputtered past his lips as he coughed into his sleeve, eyes wide at the date stamped on the message. "TWO months ago!?" he muttered. "goddamn I was supposed to answer this ages ago-" he cleared up his throat. wiping his sleeves as he began typing

Just wanted to touch base and let you know I've JUST returned to the office. It's been… a transition, but I'm slowly getting back into the rhythm of things.

Anyways thank you for reaching out. It's been a pleasure returning to the position. I've truly missed the fast-paced environment, the constant sense of urgency, and, of course, the endless joy of juggling ten tasks at once with minimal support. It's everything I remembered...and more.

It's truly a pleasure to be doing what I love again...sorting emails, chasing deadlines, wrangling incompetence. Nothing quite like it.

Let me know if there's anything urgent I missed during my brief (56-day) absence. Or don’t. I’ll find out the hard way either way.

Warm regards,

Peter Peterson

GRN & YLW Assistant

[professionally-petty]

WELCOME Ḩ̵̛̦̝͍̞̳̘̩̩͍̩̳̆̈́͊͊̄̄͒͋̈́̑̔̈̚͝ͅǪ̴̨̰̭͈̥̹̗͕̤̦̞̳̓̌̒͛͂̕͜͜M̵̢̨̳͓̠͍̼̩̤̻̖̳̂̀͑̏̎͑͘ͅḘ̴̊͐̄̿͜͠

The office door creaks open. In walks Peter, coffee in one hand, bag under his eye not even pretending to be subtle. He looks… slightly better. Not great. But functional. Which is saying something.

He sets the coffee down. Sits. Groans.

A recorder Click.

The light blinks on.

"…Day…whatever. I stopped counting after day forty. I’m too tired for this bullshit already anyways…Hello. Yes. It’s me..."

He slouches a little in his seat, as he glanced around the room. taking in his old neat yet dusty scenery

"I've returned. Unfortunately."

he blinks. slow. unamused as he takes a slow sip from his coffee. Grimaces.

"…And someone still hasn't fixed that dumb respawn machine...Great..."

He leans forward, elbows on desk, sighing.

"I've been… away..."

he groanes rubbing his eyes as if that will help him with his headache

"My Schedule is a disaster. Reports are overdue... Sixty-seven emails behind, three missed reports, and somehow someone replaced the break room coffee with decaf while I was gone. Which feels personal. And a few letters addressed to and or from the YLW and GRN team...oh boy..."

A long pause.

"God…I hate it here."

End recording.

[the-lime-scunt]

Hello, Scout. Can I ask why you decided to call yourself... "zesty"..?

--Connor, The A.N Office

@news-spreading-anon

Weeeell, ya know, LIME zest, aaand im like- gay n stuff BUT WHY YA EVEN WONDERIN BOUT IT, HUH!?

[professionally-petty]

🤨

[professionally-petty]

Liam storms in, not even bothering to knock (like usual) He makes a beeline to peters desk and slams his hands down as he looked at peterson.

- @zesty-lime-scout

Peter practically jumped out of his seat, eyes flicking up to Lime with a sharp glare, clearly caught off guard but not about to show it. He let out a slow, exasperated sigh, dragging his gaze up and down Lime like he was some kind of particularly pathetic inconvenience.

"There’s this little thing called knocking, ever heard of it?" he deadpanned, one brow quirking as he crossed his arms. He scoffed, shaking his head. "What now, Liam? Did you stub your toe? Lose a brain cell? Finally realize you have the emotional depth of a paper towel or something?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime rolled his eyes as he looked serious. He'd normally be chatting away at this point, but no. He was just staring down peter.

We needa go on a date. For reals, He said with no hesitation. Pure, deadass serious. Strange.

No questions asked, jus' me an you, nice evenin out, awlright? It wasnt a question, it was more of a direct statement.

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s usual dead, tired expression shattered in an instant. His eyes went wide, brows shooting up so fast they might as well have hit the ceiling. For a moment, he just stared, mouth parting slightly like his brain had completely short-circuited.

"…E...E-excuse me?"

The words came out choked, like he had physically tripped over them, but as the initial shock settled, confusion twisted into something else. His brows furrowed, lips pulling into a tight, incredulous line as he tilted his head, arms folding across his chest.

"OKAY, I just...wow. So that’s what we're doing now? Just throwing things like that out there with zero warning?"

He let out a short, breathy laugh—more out of disbelief than anything.

"I mean, I knew you had no sense of timing, but this? This is a whole new level of...what? blind confidence? A joke? Are you serious?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime chuckled, but still kept his serious tone.

Psh, course im serious! plus, cmoonn who wouldn't wanna go on a date wif me? He grinned as he complimented himself. He was... really going through with it.

Soo? Ya wanna? Lime finally sat down and stared at Peterson, waiting.

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s eyes widened, a soft blush creeping up his neck as his brows furrowed, his whole face caught somewhere between shock and sheer disbelief. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, like his brain was desperately trying to reboot.

"…So."

He sucked in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly.

"A date... You're asking me on a date."

His voice cracked slightly before he cleared his throat, quickly masking it with a cough.

"And you're asking this here? Now?"

his eye twitched as his shoulder tensed. vaguely gesturing around the room

"Oh, sure, why not? Let’s just completely disregard the fact that I’m working, that I have a job to do, and that maybe...just maybe...you could’ve picked a better time for this."

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. as his eyes darted around the room landing anywhere but lime "God, at least wait until after work hours! What is wrong with you?!" he muttered under his breath. his hand dropping down to his neck and scratching that annoying itch

[the-lime-scunt]

He looked at the time and silently groaned. He was running out of time!

is dat a yes or a no? Cmooon pumpkin, it'll be tanight, at uhh sum restaurant, i just need ya ta say yes-

Stupid idiot lime made a bet that he could get a date by the end of the day - so far, not going well. He needed this! (and it was a GREAT excuse to ask peter)

[professionally-petty]

He groaned, staring at his computer screen and the pile of papers scattered across his desk.

"Really? Tonight? Are you serious?"

he muttered, his head dropping forward with a frustrated sigh.

"Oh, you suck..."

His voice was low and annoyed as he glanced over at his planner, flipping it open to today’s date.

"I was really looking forward to some me time after work, but I guess that’s just gonna go down the drain 'cause I'm stuck working overtime."

He paused, blinking as his eyes flickered toward a thought. "Money is money," he thought with a roll of his eyes, "And if the idiot knows how to treat a date, I could at least score a free dinner..." He shook his head with an exasperated sigh, the sarcasm practically dripping from his tone. With a dismissive wave, he muttered,

"Fine, fine... yeah, sure, whatever."

[professionally-petty]

Liam storms in, not even bothering to knock (like usual) He makes a beeline to peters desk and slams his hands down as he looked at peterson.

- @zesty-lime-scout

Peter practically jumped out of his seat, eyes flicking up to Lime with a sharp glare, clearly caught off guard but not about to show it. He let out a slow, exasperated sigh, dragging his gaze up and down Lime like he was some kind of particularly pathetic inconvenience.

"There’s this little thing called knocking, ever heard of it?" he deadpanned, one brow quirking as he crossed his arms. He scoffed, shaking his head. "What now, Liam? Did you stub your toe? Lose a brain cell? Finally realize you have the emotional depth of a paper towel or something?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime rolled his eyes as he looked serious. He'd normally be chatting away at this point, but no. He was just staring down peter.

We needa go on a date. For reals, He said with no hesitation. Pure, deadass serious. Strange.

No questions asked, jus' me an you, nice evenin out, awlright? It wasnt a question, it was more of a direct statement.

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s usual dead, tired expression shattered in an instant. His eyes went wide, brows shooting up so fast they might as well have hit the ceiling. For a moment, he just stared, mouth parting slightly like his brain had completely short-circuited.

"…E...E-excuse me?"

The words came out choked, like he had physically tripped over them, but as the initial shock settled, confusion twisted into something else. His brows furrowed, lips pulling into a tight, incredulous line as he tilted his head, arms folding across his chest.

"OKAY, I just...wow. So that’s what we're doing now? Just throwing things like that out there with zero warning?"

He let out a short, breathy laugh—more out of disbelief than anything.

"I mean, I knew you had no sense of timing, but this? This is a whole new level of...what? blind confidence? A joke? Are you serious?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime chuckled, but still kept his serious tone.

Psh, course im serious! plus, cmoonn who wouldn't wanna go on a date wif me? He grinned as he complimented himself. He was... really going through with it.

Soo? Ya wanna? Lime finally sat down and stared at Peterson, waiting.

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s eyes widened, a soft blush creeping up his neck as his brows furrowed, his whole face caught somewhere between shock and sheer disbelief. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, like his brain was desperately trying to reboot.

"…So."

He sucked in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly.

"A date... You're asking me on a date."

His voice cracked slightly before he cleared his throat, quickly masking it with a cough.

"And you're asking this here? Now?"

his eye twitched as his shoulder tensed. vaguely gesturing around the room

"Oh, sure, why not? Let’s just completely disregard the fact that I’m working, that I have a job to do, and that maybe...just maybe...you could’ve picked a better time for this."

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. as his eyes darted around the room landing anywhere but lime "God, at least wait until after work hours! What is wrong with you?!" he muttered under his breath. his hand dropping down to his neck and scratching that annoying itch

[the-lime-scunt]

He looked at the time and silently groaned. He was running out of time!

is dat a yes or a no? Cmooon pumpkin, it'll be tanight, at uhh sum restaurant, i just need ya ta say yes-

Stupid idiot lime made a bet that he could get a date by the end of the day - so far, not going well. He needed this! (and it was a GREAT excuse to ask peter)

[professionally-petty]

He groaned, staring at his computer screen and the pile of papers scattered across his desk.

"Really? Tonight? Are you serious?"

he muttered, his head dropping forward with a frustrated sigh.

"Oh, you suck..."

His voice was low and annoyed as he glanced over at his planner, flipping it open to today’s date.

"I was really looking forward to some me time after work, but I guess that’s just gonna go down the drain 'cause I'm stuck working overtime."

He paused, blinking as his eyes flickered toward a thought. "Money is money," he thought with a roll of his eyes, "And if the idiot knows how to treat a date, I could at least score a free dinner..." He shook his head with an exasperated sigh, the sarcasm practically dripping from his tone. With a dismissive wave, he muttered,

"Fine, fine... yeah, sure, whatever."

[professionally-petty]

Liam storms in, not even bothering to knock (like usual) He makes a beeline to peters desk and slams his hands down as he looked at peterson.

- @zesty-lime-scout

Peter practically jumped out of his seat, eyes flicking up to Lime with a sharp glare, clearly caught off guard but not about to show it. He let out a slow, exasperated sigh, dragging his gaze up and down Lime like he was some kind of particularly pathetic inconvenience.

"There’s this little thing called knocking, ever heard of it?" he deadpanned, one brow quirking as he crossed his arms. He scoffed, shaking his head. "What now, Liam? Did you stub your toe? Lose a brain cell? Finally realize you have the emotional depth of a paper towel or something?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime rolled his eyes as he looked serious. He'd normally be chatting away at this point, but no. He was just staring down peter.

We needa go on a date. For reals, He said with no hesitation. Pure, deadass serious. Strange.

No questions asked, jus' me an you, nice evenin out, awlright? It wasnt a question, it was more of a direct statement.

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s usual dead, tired expression shattered in an instant. His eyes went wide, brows shooting up so fast they might as well have hit the ceiling. For a moment, he just stared, mouth parting slightly like his brain had completely short-circuited.

"…E...E-excuse me?"

The words came out choked, like he had physically tripped over them, but as the initial shock settled, confusion twisted into something else. His brows furrowed, lips pulling into a tight, incredulous line as he tilted his head, arms folding across his chest.

"OKAY, I just...wow. So that’s what we're doing now? Just throwing things like that out there with zero warning?"

He let out a short, breathy laugh—more out of disbelief than anything.

"I mean, I knew you had no sense of timing, but this? This is a whole new level of...what? blind confidence? A joke? Are you serious?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime chuckled, but still kept his serious tone.

Psh, course im serious! plus, cmoonn who wouldn't wanna go on a date wif me? He grinned as he complimented himself. He was... really going through with it.

Soo? Ya wanna? Lime finally sat down and stared at Peterson, waiting.

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s eyes widened, a soft blush creeping up his neck as his brows furrowed, his whole face caught somewhere between shock and sheer disbelief. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, like his brain was desperately trying to reboot.

"…So."

He sucked in a sharp breath, blinking rapidly.

"A date... You're asking me on a date."

His voice cracked slightly before he cleared his throat, quickly masking it with a cough.

"And you're asking this here? Now?"

his eye twitched as his shoulder tensed. vaguely gesturing around the room

"Oh, sure, why not? Let’s just completely disregard the fact that I’m working, that I have a job to do, and that maybe...just maybe...you could’ve picked a better time for this."

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. as his eyes darted around the room landing anywhere but lime "God, at least wait until after work hours! What is wrong with you?!" he muttered under his breath. his hand dropping down to his neck and scratching that annoying itch

[professionally-petty]

Liam storms in, not even bothering to knock (like usual) He makes a beeline to peters desk and slams his hands down as he looked at peterson.

- @zesty-lime-scout

Peter practically jumped out of his seat, eyes flicking up to Lime with a sharp glare, clearly caught off guard but not about to show it. He let out a slow, exasperated sigh, dragging his gaze up and down Lime like he was some kind of particularly pathetic inconvenience.

"There’s this little thing called knocking, ever heard of it?" he deadpanned, one brow quirking as he crossed his arms. He scoffed, shaking his head. "What now, Liam? Did you stub your toe? Lose a brain cell? Finally realize you have the emotional depth of a paper towel or something?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime rolled his eyes as he looked serious. He'd normally be chatting away at this point, but no. He was just staring down peter.

We needa go on a date. For reals, He said with no hesitation. Pure, deadass serious. Strange.

No questions asked, jus' me an you, nice evenin out, awlright? It wasnt a question, it was more of a direct statement.

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s usual dead, tired expression shattered in an instant. His eyes went wide, brows shooting up so fast they might as well have hit the ceiling. For a moment, he just stared, mouth parting slightly like his brain had completely short-circuited.

"…E...E-excuse me?"

The words came out choked, like he had physically tripped over them, but as the initial shock settled, confusion twisted into something else. His brows furrowed, lips pulling into a tight, incredulous line as he tilted his head, arms folding across his chest.

"OKAY, I just...wow. So that’s what we're doing now? Just throwing things like that out there with zero warning?"

He let out a short, breathy laugh—more out of disbelief than anything.

"I mean, I knew you had no sense of timing, but this? This is a whole new level of...what? blind confidence? A joke? Are you serious?"

[professionally-petty]

Liam storms in, not even bothering to knock (like usual) He makes a beeline to peters desk and slams his hands down as he looked at peterson.

- @zesty-lime-scout

Peter practically jumped out of his seat, eyes flicking up to Lime with a sharp glare, clearly caught off guard but not about to show it. He let out a slow, exasperated sigh, dragging his gaze up and down Lime like he was some kind of particularly pathetic inconvenience.

"There’s this little thing called knocking, ever heard of it?" he deadpanned, one brow quirking as he crossed his arms. He scoffed, shaking his head. "What now, Liam? Did you stub your toe? Lose a brain cell? Finally realize you have the emotional depth of a paper towel or something?"

[the-lime-scunt]

On one of his usual trips to Peter’s office, Lime stopped in his tracks. The door...normally left unlocked...was shut tight, the handle refusing to budge. leaning in closer. From behind the door came the faint sound of muffled voices, just barely audible through the thick wood. Someone was in there, probably peter...

@professionally-petty

Lime was confused, and concerned. He quickly became worried and knocked on the door frantically

Yo, pumpkin? you in dere?

he wasnt about to just not see peter, it was his daily routine by this point! He waited for an answer from someone, anyone

[professionally-petty]

The door swung open with a dramatic thud, nearly slamming into the wall. Peter stood in the doorway, his glasses fogged and his cheeks a vibrant red. His lips pressed tight into a thin line as his slightly glazed eyes landed on Lime. A soft hiccup broke the silence before he stumbled forward, throwing his arms around Lime's shoulders and leaning into him with a delighted laugh.

"Lllllliiimmmeee!! Fffffffuckin Finally, someone worth *hic* seein’!"

He nuzzled his head lazily against Lime’s shoulder, his words slurring just enough to betray his condition.

[the-lime-scunt]

He blushed immediately. This wasn't how peter acted most of the time... he awkwardly patted peters back.

heey, you.. um.. you alright? pumpkin?

Lime laughed nervously. Was peter alright? he hoped so

[professionally-petty]

"thank God...I thought I was gonna die of boredom or paperwork or… something!"

He clung to Lime like a lifeline, leaning his full weight against him with a theatrical sigh (dramatic bitch-)

"Y’know *hic* nobody else ever visits me! You’re like… like my hero or somethin’!"

His words ran together as he buried his face against Lime’s shoulder, laughing softly.

"You wouldn’t believe how boring it’s been....‘s like the universe sent you here to save me!!!"

He looked up, thumb pressing into one of Lime’s cheeks while his fingers squished the other, letting out a soft giggle.

"nasabi sayo na gwapo ka?"

he lets go and waves his hand dismissively. letting out another laugh

"en realidad no importa. De todos modos Pauling dejó una botella de licor y yo estaba como "¡claro! ¿por qué no-" y se lo bebió! es tan bueno usted debe probar un poco! si yo no he terminado todo, mientras que el estrés sobre el trabajo!! ya get allat?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam blushed. A. Lot. and tensed up

uhh.. got a little, i guess- uh, wait your drunk?? i-

He stood peter up a little bit, getting him off of his shoulder so he could look peterson in the eyes

aw jeez..

[professionally-petty]

He tilted his head back, letting out a soft, tipsy giggle.

"I missed youuuu,"

he slurred, dragging the words out like they were heavier than usual.

"How are you todaaaay? You look *hic* good. LIKE REALLY good. n' you're like, so cool sometimes..."

He paused for a moment, squinting like he was trying to focus, then leaned forward a bit too fast, nearly toppling over.

"God, I wish I could be as cool as you,"

he muttered, before giggling again, his speech just a little too loose to be entirely coherent.

"like not at a boring old stressed out desk jooob!"

He froze for a moment before shoving Lime away with a lazy, half-hearted push. It wasn’t enough to send Lime stumbling, but it was definitely too much for Peter himself, causing him to stagger back slightly, his balance wavering.

Ooooohhh my gosh i listened to the fuckin-...whats it called-

he snapped his fingers as he thought. rubbing his temples as if he was trying to get a single braincell working

eh w-whatever- a-and i read your letter too-

[the-lime-scunt]

He reached for his dog tags, but the remembered he gave them to peter. He blushed more, and rubbed the back of his head, adjusting his beanie

y-ya think i look.. Lime swallowed hard ya think i look good?

He tensed up and then covered his face

You read the letter? aw jeez, I'm sorry, really, it was dumb and stupid an-

[professionally-petty]

he shushed Liam, his hand clumsily pressing against Liam’s face as if trying to push the world away.

"L-like, I went to my apartment last night... 'cause, like, that’s where I live, right?"

He trailed off, his voice already shaky, then let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"I had suchhh a fuckin' shitty night..."

he slumped back a little, his fingers twitching as if reliving the frustration.

"Like, I stepped in some guy's barf on the train, and traffic was all jammed up... had to sit in a stanky taxi..."

he paused for a second, rubbing his temples once again like he was trying to push the headache away.

"And when I got home and read it..."

he shook his head, a soft, bitter laugh escaping him, but it quickly turned into a pained breath.

"Oh my gooodd..."

His giggle quickly faded, his chest tightening as he sniffed.

"Oh my goooddd-"

His voice cracked, the weight of everything sinking in as tears started to seep through his glasses.

[the-lime-scunt]

He was feeling embarrassed, and slowly guided peter to the couch in his office

cmon big guy, take a seat, He smiled at peter, and then continued. I'm sorry bout yer day, pumpkin, dat... really sucks,

He rubbed his back softly

[professionally-petty]

He sat down heavily, leaning back, his eyes unfocused as he let out a shaky breath.

"Oh my god,"

he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Like, I’m so fuckin'... oh, Jesus..."

He cursed again, his voice cracking, the tears now visibly streaming down his cheeks.

"I’ve never felt so *hic*so grateful,"

he hitched his breath. clinging onto limes arms like there was nothing else left to grip onto... other then the couch arm rests-

"I was crying, Lime... crying, 'cause someone who works under me is sayin' these things and..."

His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, god he hates it when he cries. makes his eyes burn a little

"God, it’s so nice of you..."

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam wiped a tear away, and held him close. He was blushing way too much for it to go unnoticed.

oh peter... i- are ya okay?

He pulled peter into a hug, and placed a gentle kiss on Peter's forehead. He immediately tensed up, and got embarrassed. Why did he do that- oh gosh, everything is gonna be messed up. Stupid, dumb, lime

[professionally-petty]

Peter melted into Lime’s chest, his body slumping heavily as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted...only to be replaced with the weight of too much alcohol

"Hahhh... Lime,"

he sighed dramatically, clutching at Lime’s shirt with shaky hands.

"You’re just so... nice. Too nice! Like... disgustingly nice!"

His words slurred together as he blinked up at Lime with watery, glassy eyes.

"You don’t even *hic* yell at me when I screw up. Do you know how weird that is?! Like, I’d yell at me!"

He sniffled loudly, burying his face back into Lime’s chest.

"You’re gonna make me soft, you know that? I can’t be soft...I’m supposed to be the mean one!"

He let out a groan, nuzzling into Lime’s shirt, smearing his tears into the fabric without a second thought. muttering out a low

"Fffffffuucccccck you..."

[the-lime-scunt]

he gently patted peters hair. It was surprisingly soft, and had a nice fluff to it. He chuckled softly and spoke quietly

ya dont... actually hate me, Liam half joked. He hoped Peter didn't hate him. Thanks... ya know, yer not dat mean, i guess,

His face got redder as he blushed and he hoped peter didnt notice it, or notice how his grip tightened slightly. Holding peterson closer

[professionally-petty]

Peter slumped forward, letting out a dramatic groan as his head thudded against Lime's chest. His voice was muffled, but the sharp edge in his tone was unmistakable.

"nnnnooo I hate youuu,"

he grumbled, dragging out the words like they physically hurt to say.

"but I also think ugh...you’re, like, way too good for me or something stupid like that."

He let out a sharp exhale, half a whimper, half frustration, shaking his head as if trying to rattle the thought loose.

"God, you’re so... annoying. all perfect and nice and...ugh, fuck you, lime. Just... just stop being better than me for five minutes!"

His hand lazily waved in Lime’s general direction as he let out another groan

"and don’t look so smug about it either! I swear to God, I- oh, God-"

he pushed away against him as he gagged

[the-lime-scunt]

His heart and chest tightened at that. Did peter genuinely hate him? He didn't like that thought, and took a sharp inhale.

He didnt want to admit that it hurt him. So, he laughed it off. Like he does with everything. Hide by being cocky or snarky. Classic scunt.

He became concerned when peter started to gag

pum- peter are ya awlright?! He moved and got peter a trashcan just incase.

[professionally-petty]

Instead of reaching for the trashcan like a normal person despite it being literally within arm’s reach Peter. yes the overly dramatic son of a bitch assistant...did a dramatic 180 and zeroed in on the poor potted plant by the couch. with zero hesitation and all the grace of a FUCKING dying gazelle, he...well... barfed into the once-pristine swiss cheese plant he called...Fred- (bitch idfk- I'm pullin all this out mah ass-) once that whole ordeal was over, he leaned heavily onto the armrest, letting out a long, pained groan.

"Fffffuuuuuuccckkk. I was eight months sober..."

his voice cracked mid-sentence as he buried his face in his arm, muffling a defeated whimper. after a moment, he peeked out, his face pale and his expression twisted somewhere between regret and bitterness.

"I hate Paulingggg,"

he slurred with a half-hearted chuckle, as though the name alone could explain the entire situation.

"This is somehow her fault, I just know it. Corporate bullshit, stress, making me- ugh!"

He gestured vaguely toward the ruined plant, his voice wobbling as he started to spiral. he sighed, planting his head back on the armrest and staring with blurry eyes at the poor, defiled swiss cheese plant.

"a-and YOU-"

His tone took a melodramatic edge as if mourning a dear friend. pointing aggressively at...a fucking plant-

"YOU WERE THRIVING- I watered you, I gave you the perfect amount of sunlight- HELL I made sure to germinate you properly but look at you now..."

He let out another groan, dragging his fingers down his face dramatically.

"Now you're just a fucking crime scene-"

Pausing for a moment of silence (for himself or the plant, it wasn’t clear...), he let out a pitiful laugh as he shook his head

"God, I hope Pauling never sees this... she’d call it poetic justice or some shit..."

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam.. was disgusted. He was grossed out and hated that plant. He quickly moved to the other armrest, as far away as he could... He grabbed peters hand, trying to 1) get his attention, and 2) pull him away from the plant

Peterson, Pumpkin.. yer talkin to a plant, He held back his laughs, and then got serious Eight months sober? aw.. fuck, i.. He looked at peter dead in the eyes, Are ya doin okay?

He gave peterson a quick hug, making sure to stay clear of his mouth, as he was still, grossed out.

[professionally-petty]

Peter let out a groggy laugh, waving a hand lazily in Lime's direction.

"I wasn’t talking to the plant, silly... I was mourning it. T-*hic*there’s a difference."

He slumped further into his shoulder, his voice slurring as he gestured vaguely to the mess he’d made.

"Look at it... my poor baby... didn’t deserve this. All that waterin’, talkin’ to it like it was my goddamn roommate, and now it’s just all...oeuagh-"

he paused and grumbled digging his head deeper into limes shoulder

"Am I doin’ okay?"

he echoed, letting out a laugh that quickly turned into a groan.

"Define okay. I just ruined my favorite plant, I’m drunk off my ass, and Pauling’s probably got cameras somewhere watching this whole thing. If that’s okay, then yeah, I’m fucking thhhhhhrrrrrrriving."

He reached out to pat Liam’s other shoulder, missing the first time before managing a clumsy, overly firm grip.

"But you, limey-... you’re sweet for askin’. Don’t let it go to your head, though."

he slumped back into the couch, mumbling something incoherent about replacing the plant with a cactus because

"at least that wouldn’t betray me...probably...spiky fucks"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime made a face when peter talked about "his poor baby". stupid plant- GLAD HES DEAD- no, no thats mean. Liam was just happy he was there for his friend.

i can getcha sum water, if ya need, pete. He looked over at him, he felt pity for peterson. Lime shifted closer to the other side of the couch subconsciously. He was on edge about all that gross stuff, and he shivered as the thought about it

DID YOU JUST CALL ME LIMEY-

[professionally-petty]

Peter groaned, letting his head loll slightly before nodding sluggishly.

"Ehhhhh? Yeah? sso what? I call you that alllll the time, don’t I?"

He let out a breathy laugh, his head still planted firmly on his shoulder, while his free hand wandered over to squish Lime’s face.

"You’re so funnyyyy, Limey. Like, seriously, a riot."

He snorted out

"Does it look like I need wotaa? Pssshhh."

Peter waved his hand dismissively, almost smacking Lime in the process.

"I’m fine-Oh, no. Nope. Nope nope nope-oh god, I think I’m gonna-"

He gagged again, clutching onto lime for dear life as he braced for round two.

[the-lime-scunt]

He immediately tensed up.

uh- no, nope. No way, your NOT barfin on me pal, He quickly grabbed a trashcan and held it out for peter Take it, Pumpkin, if yer gonna throw up-

He really really hoped peter would just be a normal person and throw up in the trash, instead of in a plant or something. god- he was really glad that plant is dead

Also, you uh.. normally just call me Liam, not lime, or- He blushed a little, cause he was embarrassed (no other reason, none at all). Or 'limey'..

[professionally-petty]

Peter let out a loud, unhinged laugh as he shoved Lime’s face away with one hand, the sheer force of it making Lime stumble a bit.

"I'm just MESSIN' with ya! HA- gotcha good, didn't I?!"

He doubled over, cackling like a madman, a snort escaping in between gasps for air. It wasn’t his usual laugh...usually, it was either smug, condescending, or downright terrifying. This one? This one was pure, unfiltered chaos.

"Whaaat? Limey, Lime, Layem- same guy, different fonts!"

He slapped the couch as he laughed even harder, clutching his head like the sheer hilarity of his own words was too much to bear. His glasses slipped down his nose

"What? You want me to call you 'gwapo' next? Huh, handsome?"

Leaning back dramatically, he waved a hand in the air like he was lecturing Lime, his other hand gesturing wildly with an invisible wine glass.

"But seriously, seriously"

he hiccupped, his tone somehow shifting into something both ridiculous and oddly heartfelt.

"You gotta get more creative with nicknames! 'Pumpkin'? Pfft- cute, sure, but basic! Where's the spice, Lime? Where’s the flair?!"

He paused for a moment, blinking as if he'd just had a life-changing revelation.

"Actually, y’know what? I like pumpkin. Kinda… cute. But you? You better start calling me something fabulous next time, like, uh… likeeeee-"

[the-lime-scunt]

He blushed more, gosh he was just sooo warm, very warm in peters office. Trust.

ya want a betta nickname? i thought ya hated pumpkin-

He thought about it for a moment.

How bout doofus? oor.. He flicked peters forehead Four-eyes? hm? I could always just call ya cute-

He got embarrassed over his own words. WHAT. Peter should've hated lime at this point, god what an idiot.

[professionally-petty]

he blinked slowly, his lips pulling into a crooked grin as Lime flicked his forehead. He tilted his head, pushing his glasses back into place with a dramatic flourish like Lime had just committed the greatest crime known to mankind.

"Doofus? Doofus? Oh, babe, is that what you came up with? After all this time, all that effort, you settled on Doofus?"

His tone was laced with mock offense, his hand resting on his chest like Lime had just wounded his petty bitch soul. He sniffed, sitting up straighter, clearly trying to look as dignified as someone half-drunk and leaning on the arm rest. his face broke into a mischievous grin, one that only got wider as he leaned in closer. To the point where you can smell the alcohol in his breath

"Four-eyes, though? I’ll give you some points for that. Classic. A little outdated, but… it's got spunk. Still, if you’re gonna call me 'cute,'you better commit to it, Limey. No take-backs. Otherwise-"

He wagged a finger in Lime’s face, nearly poking him in the nose before flopping back against the arm rest, laughing like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam laughed along with him. All his worries and anxieties seemed to be gone, and for once he knew for certain that he was loved, genuinely.

ya really want me ta call ya cute? seems kinda stupid, He spoke while he was catching his breath from laughing. Wiping his eye as it started to tear up.

He realized what peter called him, and he immediately froze. He stared at peterson, really analyzing his face, and accidentally glaring at him. Babe- Why that? what? Liams face couldnt get any redder, and he was starting to hear his own heartbeat. He was convinced peter noticed how red and flustered he was, but also, peterson was drunk. Lime felt relieved because of that.

[professionally-petty]

Peter raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly

"Pssh, you got the guts to call me pumpkin on the daily,"

he started as he leaned onto lime once more

"But what, no 'darling' or 'sweetheart' tonight? Where’s the creativity?"

He let out a laugh, loud and sharp, and leaned heavily against the person next to him, practically using them as a prop to keep himself upright.

"Like, seriously, I know you’ve got the balls to take it further...go ahead! Call me cute! I dare you! It’s not like I don’t already know."

His words slurred together slightly, and he reached for his drink again, fumbling with the glass before taking a too-big sip.

"Huh? What was that? What’d you say again?"

he asked, blinking at lime like he was trying to remember where he even was.

[the-lime-scunt]

lime leaned into peter slightly, it was getting late and he was getting tired

wha- well- you um.. you called me babe- i guess Liam was tripping over his words, his mind going faster than he could talk. I guess it just uhm, caught me off guard?

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s laugh was loud and almost obnoxious, spilling out of him as he swayed slightly, his balance thrown off by the alcohol. His glassy eyes struggled to focus on Lime, but the grin on his face was wide and shameless.

"Ehhheaaaa—maybe it’s 'cos you ARE a babeeee?"

With an unsteady hand, he reached out, pinching Lime’s cheek and tugging at it, his movements exaggerated and sloppy.

"And like—kinda cute, y’know? I never tell you this ‘cos I don’t wanna seem like a fucking pussy or somethin'..."

He let go of Lime’s cheek, only to wobble and half-collapse against him, resting his chin on Lime’s shoulder with a lazy, drunk smile.

"But, uh...don’t let it get to your head, ‘kay? Pretty boy? I’d still kick your ass in a fight. do we have anymore drinks left?"

[the-lime-scunt]

He just nodded and held peter into a hug, he moved peter to his lap and wrapped his legs around him. He became a little serious, but his face was so red, he was glad peterson (hopefully) wouldnt remember anything.

You.. you aint a pussy, He mumbled, and then smirked And, ya cant kick my ass even if ya tried, sweetheart. He said in a condescending and mocking way

He was cocky again, Peterson's compliments definitely went to his head. Like most things did.

[professionally-petty]

he groaned softly, burying his face into the crook of Lime’s neck. For the first time in years, a flicker of warmth seeped into him—a feeling he'd almost forgotten existed. His arms hesitated before slowly wrapping around Lime, pulling him closer. Eyes fluttering shut, he let himself sink into the embrace, a quiet hum escaping him.

...For a moment, the world seemed still. Peaceful. And then...

"...Ugh-"

A sudden gag cut through the silence, not nearly as subtle as he might've hoped.(L bozo)

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime instantly froze. He heard the noise, he tensed up, again. The feeling of dread and that same skin-crawling sensation went through Liam. He was stern

Off- Now, get offa me- His voice cracked, he wasnt in his right head. He sounded meaner than he should've.

PETER- he accidentally yelled, he didnt mean to yell, he saw peterson wince from the volume and he felt worse. He thought the worst feeling he's ever felt was when people were gross, but this. This guilt, and anger towards himself hurt him.

[professionally-petty]

Peter pulled away quickly, his hands trembling as they dropped to his sides. His breathing was shallow and uneven, his gaze fixed on the floor as if he couldn't bring himself to look at Lime. For a moment, he was completely silent, his face slack with shock, almost like he didn’t fully understand what had just happened.

And then, the realization hit. His glassy eyes flicked up to Lime for just a second before he crumbled, his face twisting with anguish as tears began to well up.

"I’m… I’m sorry..."

he whispered, barely audible, his voice breaking on the words. But the tears...They kept coming, harder and faster, until his quiet sobs turned into full-blown crying.

"I didn't mean to-"

he choked out, his voice hoarse... and broken.

"I didn't… I didn't think I'd- I- I was just jo-...I-"

He knew it was a stupid Idea. Even when joking around. he still was taken too seriously, always managed to offend anyone in anyway...

[the-lime-scunt]

He had to recollect himself. He took a deep breath, and tears formed when he saw peter sob. In the back of his mind, he felt disgusted seeing peters tears, but he pushed aside his fears and he hugged peter tight

I didnt mean to yell- He felt peters tears soak into his clothes, and he held himself back from pushing away. Im sorry- love- Saying that felt weird. But he didn't care, he was more focused on peter and trying to fix his mistake

He felt peterson twitching in his arms and he broke even more. He didnt mean to make him cry, it was an accident. He got caught off guard and got scared

[professionally-petty]

Once again, Peter found himself drunkenly sobbing into Lime’s arms, clinging tightly as if trying to hold onto the fleeting warmth he craved. He buried his head deep into Lime’s shoulder, the vulnerability hitting him harder than it had in a long time. as the haze began to lift, Peter let out a low groan against Lime’s sweater.

"Fuckkk-"

he mumbled, his bleary eyes finally focusing on the clock. For the first time in hours, the numbers made sense.

"it’s getting late, Liam..."

he muttered softly, his voice just loud enough for Lime to hear.

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam nodded. His shoulder was soaked from peter crying. He wiped his eyes, and spoke

yea.. yer uh, yer right, He lifted Petersons head to look at him in the eyes.

Do ya want me ta leave, so you can sleep or- He was curious, would peter let him stay? Pete would definitely get pissed in the morning to find Lime there, but.. who knows

[professionally-petty]

peter let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he swayed slightly.

"Ugh...no..."

he murmured, voice heavy with exhaustion and the lingering effects of alcohol.

"I know how you are with your d-dumb bugs...always crawling around in thejr...tanks and… whatever."

He paused

"I-I think…"

he trailed off, leaning his forehead against lime’s shoulder once again. There was a quiet vulnerability in the way he lingered, as if the contact was grounding him.

"I think I’m okay to head back home,"

he muttered, his words soft but slurring slightly at the edges.

"I'll take the cab and the subway...like I always do. It’s fine."

He inhaled deeply, the faint smell of Lime’s sweater oddly comforting.

"You don’t need to worry about me, Liam."

There was a small, shaky laugh, but it lacked the humor.

"I'm a big boy. I survived worse after nights like this...trust me..."

His arms hung loosely at his sides, though he made no real effort to pull away, as if hesitating to let the moment end. he lets out a soft hum

[the-lime-scunt]

On one of his usual trips to Peter’s office, Lime stopped in his tracks. The door...normally left unlocked...was shut tight, the handle refusing to budge. leaning in closer. From behind the door came the faint sound of muffled voices, just barely audible through the thick wood. Someone was in there, probably peter...

@professionally-petty

Lime was confused, and concerned. He quickly became worried and knocked on the door frantically

Yo, pumpkin? you in dere?

he wasnt about to just not see peter, it was his daily routine by this point! He waited for an answer from someone, anyone

[professionally-petty]

The door swung open with a dramatic thud, nearly slamming into the wall. Peter stood in the doorway, his glasses fogged and his cheeks a vibrant red. His lips pressed tight into a thin line as his slightly glazed eyes landed on Lime. A soft hiccup broke the silence before he stumbled forward, throwing his arms around Lime's shoulders and leaning into him with a delighted laugh.

"Lllllliiimmmeee!! Fffffffuckin Finally, someone worth *hic* seein’!"

He nuzzled his head lazily against Lime’s shoulder, his words slurring just enough to betray his condition.

[the-lime-scunt]

He blushed immediately. This wasn't how peter acted most of the time... he awkwardly patted peters back.

heey, you.. um.. you alright? pumpkin?

Lime laughed nervously. Was peter alright? he hoped so

[professionally-petty]

"thank God...I thought I was gonna die of boredom or paperwork or… something!"

He clung to Lime like a lifeline, leaning his full weight against him with a theatrical sigh (dramatic bitch-)

"Y’know *hic* nobody else ever visits me! You’re like… like my hero or somethin’!"

His words ran together as he buried his face against Lime’s shoulder, laughing softly.

"You wouldn’t believe how boring it’s been....‘s like the universe sent you here to save me!!!"

He looked up, thumb pressing into one of Lime’s cheeks while his fingers squished the other, letting out a soft giggle.

"nasabi sayo na gwapo ka?"

he lets go and waves his hand dismissively. letting out another laugh

"en realidad no importa. De todos modos Pauling dejó una botella de licor y yo estaba como "¡claro! ¿por qué no-" y se lo bebió! es tan bueno usted debe probar un poco! si yo no he terminado todo, mientras que el estrés sobre el trabajo!! ya get allat?"

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam blushed. A. Lot. and tensed up

uhh.. got a little, i guess- uh, wait your drunk?? i-

He stood peter up a little bit, getting him off of his shoulder so he could look peterson in the eyes

aw jeez..

[professionally-petty]

He tilted his head back, letting out a soft, tipsy giggle.

"I missed youuuu,"

he slurred, dragging the words out like they were heavier than usual.

"How are you todaaaay? You look *hic* good. LIKE REALLY good. n' you're like, so cool sometimes..."

He paused for a moment, squinting like he was trying to focus, then leaned forward a bit too fast, nearly toppling over.

"God, I wish I could be as cool as you,"

he muttered, before giggling again, his speech just a little too loose to be entirely coherent.

"like not at a boring old stressed out desk jooob!"

He froze for a moment before shoving Lime away with a lazy, half-hearted push. It wasn’t enough to send Lime stumbling, but it was definitely too much for Peter himself, causing him to stagger back slightly, his balance wavering.

Ooooohhh my gosh i listened to the fuckin-...whats it called-

he snapped his fingers as he thought. rubbing his temples as if he was trying to get a single braincell working

eh w-whatever- a-and i read your letter too-

[the-lime-scunt]

He reached for his dog tags, but the remembered he gave them to peter. He blushed more, and rubbed the back of his head, adjusting his beanie

y-ya think i look.. Lime swallowed hard ya think i look good?

He tensed up and then covered his face

You read the letter? aw jeez, I'm sorry, really, it was dumb and stupid an-

[professionally-petty]

he shushed Liam, his hand clumsily pressing against Liam’s face as if trying to push the world away.

"L-like, I went to my apartment last night... 'cause, like, that’s where I live, right?"

He trailed off, his voice already shaky, then let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"I had suchhh a fuckin' shitty night..."

he slumped back a little, his fingers twitching as if reliving the frustration.

"Like, I stepped in some guy's barf on the train, and traffic was all jammed up... had to sit in a stanky taxi..."

he paused for a second, rubbing his temples once again like he was trying to push the headache away.

"And when I got home and read it..."

he shook his head, a soft, bitter laugh escaping him, but it quickly turned into a pained breath.

"Oh my gooodd..."

His giggle quickly faded, his chest tightening as he sniffed.

"Oh my goooddd-"

His voice cracked, the weight of everything sinking in as tears started to seep through his glasses.

[the-lime-scunt]

He was feeling embarrassed, and slowly guided peter to the couch in his office

cmon big guy, take a seat, He smiled at peter, and then continued. I'm sorry bout yer day, pumpkin, dat... really sucks,

He rubbed his back softly

[professionally-petty]

He sat down heavily, leaning back, his eyes unfocused as he let out a shaky breath.

"Oh my god,"

he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Like, I’m so fuckin'... oh, Jesus..."

He cursed again, his voice cracking, the tears now visibly streaming down his cheeks.

"I’ve never felt so *hic*so grateful,"

he hitched his breath. clinging onto limes arms like there was nothing else left to grip onto... other then the couch arm rests-

"I was crying, Lime... crying, 'cause someone who works under me is sayin' these things and..."

His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, god he hates it when he cries. makes his eyes burn a little

"God, it’s so nice of you..."

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam wiped a tear away, and held him close. He was blushing way too much for it to go unnoticed.

oh peter... i- are ya okay?

He pulled peter into a hug, and placed a gentle kiss on Peter's forehead. He immediately tensed up, and got embarrassed. Why did he do that- oh gosh, everything is gonna be messed up. Stupid, dumb, lime

[professionally-petty]

Peter melted into Lime’s chest, his body slumping heavily as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted...only to be replaced with the weight of too much alcohol

"Hahhh... Lime,"

he sighed dramatically, clutching at Lime’s shirt with shaky hands.

"You’re just so... nice. Too nice! Like... disgustingly nice!"

His words slurred together as he blinked up at Lime with watery, glassy eyes.

"You don’t even *hic* yell at me when I screw up. Do you know how weird that is?! Like, I’d yell at me!"

He sniffled loudly, burying his face back into Lime’s chest.

"You’re gonna make me soft, you know that? I can’t be soft...I’m supposed to be the mean one!"

He let out a groan, nuzzling into Lime’s shirt, smearing his tears into the fabric without a second thought. muttering out a low

"Fffffffuucccccck you..."

[the-lime-scunt]

he gently patted peters hair. It was surprisingly soft, and had a nice fluff to it. He chuckled softly and spoke quietly

ya dont... actually hate me, Liam half joked. He hoped Peter didn't hate him. Thanks... ya know, yer not dat mean, i guess,

His face got redder as he blushed and he hoped peter didnt notice it, or notice how his grip tightened slightly. Holding peterson closer

[professionally-petty]

Peter slumped forward, letting out a dramatic groan as his head thudded against Lime's chest. His voice was muffled, but the sharp edge in his tone was unmistakable.

"nnnnooo I hate youuu,"

he grumbled, dragging out the words like they physically hurt to say.

"but I also think ugh...you’re, like, way too good for me or something stupid like that."

He let out a sharp exhale, half a whimper, half frustration, shaking his head as if trying to rattle the thought loose.

"God, you’re so... annoying. all perfect and nice and...ugh, fuck you, lime. Just... just stop being better than me for five minutes!"

His hand lazily waved in Lime’s general direction as he let out another groan

"and don’t look so smug about it either! I swear to God, I- oh, God-"

he pushed away against him as he gagged

[the-lime-scunt]

His heart and chest tightened at that. Did peter genuinely hate him? He didn't like that thought, and took a sharp inhale.

He didnt want to admit that it hurt him. So, he laughed it off. Like he does with everything. Hide by being cocky or snarky. Classic scunt.

He became concerned when peter started to gag

pum- peter are ya awlright?! He moved and got peter a trashcan just incase.

[professionally-petty]

Instead of reaching for the trashcan like a normal person despite it being literally within arm’s reach Peter. yes the overly dramatic son of a bitch assistant...did a dramatic 180 and zeroed in on the poor potted plant by the couch. with zero hesitation and all the grace of a FUCKING dying gazelle, he...well... barfed into the once-pristine swiss cheese plant he called...Fred- (bitch idfk- I'm pullin all this out mah ass-) once that whole ordeal was over, he leaned heavily onto the armrest, letting out a long, pained groan.

"Fffffuuuuuuccckkk. I was eight months sober..."

his voice cracked mid-sentence as he buried his face in his arm, muffling a defeated whimper. after a moment, he peeked out, his face pale and his expression twisted somewhere between regret and bitterness.

"I hate Paulingggg,"

he slurred with a half-hearted chuckle, as though the name alone could explain the entire situation.

"This is somehow her fault, I just know it. Corporate bullshit, stress, making me- ugh!"

He gestured vaguely toward the ruined plant, his voice wobbling as he started to spiral. he sighed, planting his head back on the armrest and staring with blurry eyes at the poor, defiled swiss cheese plant.

"a-and YOU-"

His tone took a melodramatic edge as if mourning a dear friend. pointing aggressively at...a fucking plant-

"YOU WERE THRIVING- I watered you, I gave you the perfect amount of sunlight- HELL I made sure to germinate you properly but look at you now..."

He let out another groan, dragging his fingers down his face dramatically.

"Now you're just a fucking crime scene-"

Pausing for a moment of silence (for himself or the plant, it wasn’t clear...), he let out a pitiful laugh as he shook his head

"God, I hope Pauling never sees this... she’d call it poetic justice or some shit..."

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam.. was disgusted. He was grossed out and hated that plant. He quickly moved to the other armrest, as far away as he could... He grabbed peters hand, trying to 1) get his attention, and 2) pull him away from the plant

Peterson, Pumpkin.. yer talkin to a plant, He held back his laughs, and then got serious Eight months sober? aw.. fuck, i.. He looked at peter dead in the eyes, Are ya doin okay?

He gave peterson a quick hug, making sure to stay clear of his mouth, as he was still, grossed out.

[professionally-petty]

Peter let out a groggy laugh, waving a hand lazily in Lime's direction.

"I wasn’t talking to the plant, silly... I was mourning it. T-*hic*there’s a difference."

He slumped further into his shoulder, his voice slurring as he gestured vaguely to the mess he’d made.

"Look at it... my poor baby... didn’t deserve this. All that waterin’, talkin’ to it like it was my goddamn roommate, and now it’s just all...oeuagh-"

he paused and grumbled digging his head deeper into limes shoulder

"Am I doin’ okay?"

he echoed, letting out a laugh that quickly turned into a groan.

"Define okay. I just ruined my favorite plant, I’m drunk off my ass, and Pauling’s probably got cameras somewhere watching this whole thing. If that’s okay, then yeah, I’m fucking thhhhhhrrrrrrriving."

He reached out to pat Liam’s other shoulder, missing the first time before managing a clumsy, overly firm grip.

"But you, limey-... you’re sweet for askin’. Don’t let it go to your head, though."

he slumped back into the couch, mumbling something incoherent about replacing the plant with a cactus because

"at least that wouldn’t betray me...probably...spiky fucks"

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime made a face when peter talked about "his poor baby". stupid plant- GLAD HES DEAD- no, no thats mean. Liam was just happy he was there for his friend.

i can getcha sum water, if ya need, pete. He looked over at him, he felt pity for peterson. Lime shifted closer to the other side of the couch subconsciously. He was on edge about all that gross stuff, and he shivered as the thought about it

DID YOU JUST CALL ME LIMEY-

[professionally-petty]

Peter groaned, letting his head loll slightly before nodding sluggishly.

"Ehhhhh? Yeah? sso what? I call you that alllll the time, don’t I?"

He let out a breathy laugh, his head still planted firmly on his shoulder, while his free hand wandered over to squish Lime’s face.

"You’re so funnyyyy, Limey. Like, seriously, a riot."

He snorted out

"Does it look like I need wotaa? Pssshhh."

Peter waved his hand dismissively, almost smacking Lime in the process.

"I’m fine-Oh, no. Nope. Nope nope nope-oh god, I think I’m gonna-"

He gagged again, clutching onto lime for dear life as he braced for round two.

[the-lime-scunt]

He immediately tensed up.

uh- no, nope. No way, your NOT barfin on me pal, He quickly grabbed a trashcan and held it out for peter Take it, Pumpkin, if yer gonna throw up-

He really really hoped peter would just be a normal person and throw up in the trash, instead of in a plant or something. god- he was really glad that plant is dead

Also, you uh.. normally just call me Liam, not lime, or- He blushed a little, cause he was embarrassed (no other reason, none at all). Or 'limey'..

[professionally-petty]

Peter let out a loud, unhinged laugh as he shoved Lime’s face away with one hand, the sheer force of it making Lime stumble a bit.

"I'm just MESSIN' with ya! HA- gotcha good, didn't I?!"

He doubled over, cackling like a madman, a snort escaping in between gasps for air. It wasn’t his usual laugh...usually, it was either smug, condescending, or downright terrifying. This one? This one was pure, unfiltered chaos.

"Whaaat? Limey, Lime, Layem- same guy, different fonts!"

He slapped the couch as he laughed even harder, clutching his head like the sheer hilarity of his own words was too much to bear. His glasses slipped down his nose

"What? You want me to call you 'gwapo' next? Huh, handsome?"

Leaning back dramatically, he waved a hand in the air like he was lecturing Lime, his other hand gesturing wildly with an invisible wine glass.

"But seriously, seriously"

he hiccupped, his tone somehow shifting into something both ridiculous and oddly heartfelt.

"You gotta get more creative with nicknames! 'Pumpkin'? Pfft- cute, sure, but basic! Where's the spice, Lime? Where’s the flair?!"

He paused for a moment, blinking as if he'd just had a life-changing revelation.

"Actually, y’know what? I like pumpkin. Kinda… cute. But you? You better start calling me something fabulous next time, like, uh… likeeeee-"

[the-lime-scunt]

He blushed more, gosh he was just sooo warm, very warm in peters office. Trust.

ya want a betta nickname? i thought ya hated pumpkin-

He thought about it for a moment.

How bout doofus? oor.. He flicked peters forehead Four-eyes? hm? I could always just call ya cute-

He got embarrassed over his own words. WHAT. Peter should've hated lime at this point, god what an idiot.

[professionally-petty]

he blinked slowly, his lips pulling into a crooked grin as Lime flicked his forehead. He tilted his head, pushing his glasses back into place with a dramatic flourish like Lime had just committed the greatest crime known to mankind.

"Doofus? Doofus? Oh, babe, is that what you came up with? After all this time, all that effort, you settled on Doofus?"

His tone was laced with mock offense, his hand resting on his chest like Lime had just wounded his petty bitch soul. He sniffed, sitting up straighter, clearly trying to look as dignified as someone half-drunk and leaning on the arm rest. his face broke into a mischievous grin, one that only got wider as he leaned in closer. To the point where you can smell the alcohol in his breath

"Four-eyes, though? I’ll give you some points for that. Classic. A little outdated, but… it's got spunk. Still, if you’re gonna call me 'cute,'you better commit to it, Limey. No take-backs. Otherwise-"

He wagged a finger in Lime’s face, nearly poking him in the nose before flopping back against the arm rest, laughing like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

[the-lime-scunt]

Liam laughed along with him. All his worries and anxieties seemed to be gone, and for once he knew for certain that he was loved, genuinely.

ya really want me ta call ya cute? seems kinda stupid, He spoke while he was catching his breath from laughing. Wiping his eye as it started to tear up.

He realized what peter called him, and he immediately froze. He stared at peterson, really analyzing his face, and accidentally glaring at him. Babe- Why that? what? Liams face couldnt get any redder, and he was starting to hear his own heartbeat. He was convinced peter noticed how red and flustered he was, but also, peterson was drunk. Lime felt relieved because of that.

[professionally-petty]

Peter raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly

"Pssh, you got the guts to call me pumpkin on the daily,"

he started as he leaned onto lime once more

"But what, no 'darling' or 'sweetheart' tonight? Where’s the creativity?"

He let out a laugh, loud and sharp, and leaned heavily against the person next to him, practically using them as a prop to keep himself upright.

"Like, seriously, I know you’ve got the balls to take it further...go ahead! Call me cute! I dare you! It’s not like I don’t already know."

His words slurred together slightly, and he reached for his drink again, fumbling with the glass before taking a too-big sip.

"Huh? What was that? What’d you say again?"

he asked, blinking at lime like he was trying to remember where he even was.

[the-lime-scunt]

lime leaned into peter slightly, it was getting late and he was getting tired

wha- well- you um.. you called me babe- i guess Liam was tripping over his words, his mind going faster than he could talk. I guess it just uhm, caught me off guard?

[professionally-petty]

Peter’s laugh was loud and almost obnoxious, spilling out of him as he swayed slightly, his balance thrown off by the alcohol. His glassy eyes struggled to focus on Lime, but the grin on his face was wide and shameless.

"Ehhheaaaa—maybe it’s 'cos you ARE a babeeee?"

With an unsteady hand, he reached out, pinching Lime’s cheek and tugging at it, his movements exaggerated and sloppy.

"And like—kinda cute, y’know? I never tell you this ‘cos I don’t wanna seem like a fucking pussy or somethin'..."

He let go of Lime’s cheek, only to wobble and half-collapse against him, resting his chin on Lime’s shoulder with a lazy, drunk smile.

"But, uh...don’t let it get to your head, ‘kay? Pretty boy? I’d still kick your ass in a fight. do we have anymore drinks left?"

[the-lime-scunt]

He just nodded and held peter into a hug, he moved peter to his lap and wrapped his legs around him. He became a little serious, but his face was so red, he was glad peterson (hopefully) wouldnt remember anything.

You.. you aint a pussy, He mumbled, and then smirked And, ya cant kick my ass even if ya tried, sweetheart. He said in a condescending and mocking way

He was cocky again, Peterson's compliments definitely went to his head. Like most things did.

[professionally-petty]

he groaned softly, burying his face into the crook of Lime’s neck. For the first time in years, a flicker of warmth seeped into him—a feeling he'd almost forgotten existed. His arms hesitated before slowly wrapping around Lime, pulling him closer. Eyes fluttering shut, he let himself sink into the embrace, a quiet hum escaping him.

...For a moment, the world seemed still. Peaceful. And then...

"...Ugh-"

A sudden gag cut through the silence, not nearly as subtle as he might've hoped.(L bozo)

[the-lime-scunt]

Lime instantly froze. He heard the noise, he tensed up, again. The feeling of dread and that same skin-crawling sensation went through Liam. He was stern

Off- Now, get offa me- His voice cracked, he wasnt in his right head. He sounded meaner than he should've.

PETER- he accidentally yelled, he didnt mean to yell, he saw peterson wince from the volume and he felt worse. He thought the worst feeling he's ever felt was when people were gross, but this. This guilt, and anger towards himself hurt him.

[professionally-petty]

Peter pulled away quickly, his hands trembling as they dropped to his sides. His breathing was shallow and uneven, his gaze fixed on the floor as if he couldn't bring himself to look at Lime. For a moment, he was completely silent, his face slack with shock, almost like he didn’t fully understand what had just happened.

And then, the realization hit. His glassy eyes flicked up to Lime for just a second before he crumbled, his face twisting with anguish as tears began to well up.

"I’m… I’m sorry..."

he whispered, barely audible, his voice breaking on the words. But the tears...They kept coming, harder and faster, until his quiet sobs turned into full-blown crying.

"I didn't mean to-"

he choked out, his voice hoarse... and broken.

"I didn't… I didn't think I'd- I- I was just jo-...I-"

He knew it was a stupid Idea. Even when joking around. he still was taken too seriously, always managed to offend anyone in anyway...

[the-lime-scunt]

He had to recollect himself. He took a deep breath, and tears formed when he saw peter sob. In the back of his mind, he felt disgusted seeing peters tears, but he pushed aside his fears and he hugged peter tight

I didnt mean to yell- He felt peters tears soak into his clothes, and he held himself back from pushing away. Im sorry- love- Saying that felt weird. But he didn't care, he was more focused on peter and trying to fix his mistake

He felt peterson twitching in his arms and he broke even more. He didnt mean to make him cry, it was an accident. He got caught off guard and got scared

[professionally-petty]

Once again, Peter found himself drunkenly sobbing into Lime’s arms, clinging tightly as if trying to hold onto the fleeting warmth he craved. He buried his head deep into Lime’s shoulder, the vulnerability hitting him harder than it had in a long time. as the haze began to lift, Peter let out a low groan against Lime’s sweater.

"Fuckkk-"

he mumbled, his bleary eyes finally focusing on the clock. For the first time in hours, the numbers made sense.

"it’s getting late, Liam..."

he muttered softly, his voice just loud enough for Lime to hear.