;Closed thread–– @hcwil
There is something to be said for when the likes of Peter Pan feels as though he's met his match. Well, more specifically, the teenager fears perhaps he has finally hit his hard limit––What with the jumble of weed, booze, and those colorful tabs with that awful taste in his stomach––It was a wonder he was even coherent. Peter nearly shudders remembering the taste of it all, but instead redirects his attention to the person in front of him.
"Wait, can you say that again? Like, slowly. Slower than slowly actually. Think of molasses and then go," Peter replies, realizing for a quick moment that hey, thats funny, my face is really fucking numb and proceeds to grip the edge of the counter a litter harder than before. "Because for a moment there, I swear you were speaking German or something."