#mftrp

[pantheadventurer]

{I'm sad to see this RPG go, I love all of you guys. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be using Peter for a while, like...I may turn him into an indie at some point but right now he's inactive. I have a new indie OC blog that I have tons of muse for, and the url/link for it is diabolusxlevi 

I hope to see you guys (the ones that are turning indie) over on that blog! Fair warning, Levi's a little shit.

I love each and every one of you and I'm so glad I got to meet you all. <3 }

[pantheadventurer]

*rolls around* pay attention to me im sorry for leaving and i can't think of replies so yea who wants to start a rp?

[snakelikejafar]

"I'm not currently interested in your petty situation. The door's that way."

[pantheadventurer]

         "     Oops, I slipped!" 

                 Peter pushing people over isn't nice, even if you are playing around. 

[pantheadventurer]

*flails*

i want someone to make peter cry okay like get under his skin and bug the shit out of him plzzzz

[pantheadventurer]

           "What?"

              He's been caught off guard, and when the person taps him on the shoulder he can't help but let out a small laugh and jump.

             He sets the small tester bottle of perfume back on the table with other testers, turning to the other and clearing his throat, awkwardly running his hand through his hair.

        "Right...I was j-just...lookin' at that for um...for a friend." Sure Pete, sure. 

[pantheadventurer]

              "Why're you so cranky?"