reggie 📱 peter.
Reggie: You know, you could make a real killing if you were spinning those decks in Ibiza Reggie: Have you ever considered 👀 @peterbasara
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reggie 📱 peter.
Reggie: You know, you could make a real killing if you were spinning those decks in Ibiza Reggie: Have you ever considered 👀 @peterbasara
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where: all nighter diner
"Ah, Petey B. Hello," Mack greets with a cheek kiss, instantly regretting it once he had.
( Too mafia boss, or worse, what if DJ Steal-Your-Girl-Who's-Not-Your-Girl thought he was feeling him? )
"Can I sit here?" He asks as he slides into the other side of the diner booth before he can even respond, leaving little room for a no given he was on a fact-finding mission, "Too late. I'm sitting here. Sup homie?"
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Once the Holiday buzz was over, Xenophilius had finally managed to convince his wife to calm down. Her nature was always maternal, but it seemed to magnify in the presence of the attacks and threats surging all around. The moment he saw Peter, he was terrified she might actually be kidnapping people. He never thought he’d be so relieved to learn someone was naturally a wreck until Tilden explained that the stutter wasn’t a side-effect of his wife’s bedside manner.
The only part of the deal that seemed to be new for him was that he agreed to check on the young wizard. It beat the idea of Pandora possibly finding a new reason to drag him back to their house, and Xenophilius really didn’t want to have a boarding house. What he couldn’t control, however, was the supply of sandwiches, cakes, and assorted pies she had him bring along. If it wasn’t for the charmed box she had the items in, he’d of looked like a traveling caterer.
From what he could see, there really wasn’t anything that would make him think the living quarters weren’t safe. He was quite different than his spouse, making sure to knock gently on the door and wait to be let in. “It’s Xenophilius, just--” He sighed, not quite believing the things he did just to assure his wife didn’t lose her mind. “I know you don’t need to be checked-in on. I’m hoping you’ll consider it more of a visit from a friend.” --Something else that was new. It seemed like he was making more friends willingly now.
“...Dora still made me bring food. I can only control so much of my wife’s behavior.”