#peter tbt.

[painmon-a]

PETER'S LOVE PAWSONA!

[painmon-a]

Apocalypse verse open ; pre-established bonds welcome!

"Y'know, as much as the end of the world sucks and all that—" The grass is flat and soft against his back. Peter clasps his fingers together and lays them over his chest, the gentle thud of his heartbeat reminding him of all he's ever survived. The dead. The cult. His mother. He's stronger than he ever thought possible. "How could you ever feel miserable when the night sky looks like this?"

He's always loved space. Stars. They've been a fascination of his since he was a boy. While he hesitates to say anything good about the current state of the world, the lack of pollution from vehicles and cities has made the night sky a crystal clear picture in many a place.

"I guess it sucks that it took a whole bunch of people dying to do anything for the environment though, huh?"

[painmon-a]

"Say whatever you want. The Shadow the Hedgehog game might have been goofy but it was fun as hell to play. It's a solid game."