“PETER!” The Darling bird squeaked as she marched up to the King of her dreams at the height of five-foot-one. “If you and the other Lost Ones are going to play games, I do request that at least you once play fair.” She said STUBBORNLY, arms folding angrily across her chest, “Putting bugs in my hair is hardly a fair tactic. For one,” she began, “I was asleep and thus unable to stop them. Second, it is rude at all to play a prank on one who is S L E E P I N G because it means that they are unable to defend for themselves. What if those insects were harmful or worse-!” She was angry, to say the least. Dirty blonde curls that were now extra frizzy from [ [ f r a n t i c a l l y ] ] picking out bugs made her look more insane than angry. “Peter Pan. What do you have to say for yourself?” Wendy did not like bugs. She did not mind pranks, but the two combined? She could happily do without. { @neveryouths --surprise my love<3 }