#sally:peter

[risingmccns]

closed thread for @razorcrst (Peter), continued from here

At the question, Sally shook her head. “No, not at all. You’re one of my best friends, and I know nothing’ll ever change that.” She would never question the power of their friendship. But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about what would happen if one of them moved, or if something (or someone) from Spooksville came to New York. The thought of him being ripped from her was terrifying. Burying her face in his chest when he pulled her close, she continued. “Wow, a pinky promise? I’m honored.” She giggled, moving from his chest to playfully bump her nose against his. “And good, because there’s no way in hell I’d ever get rid of you.”

[risingmccns]

closed museum date starter for @razorcrst​ (Peter).

“I’m so glad that we decided to come here.” Sally said, a huge grin making its way onto her face. Being the tiny town that it was, Sally didn’t really get to go to any museums in Spooksville. But in New York, there were plenty of opportunities, and plenty of museums to choose from. Today she’d chosen the Museum of Natural History. “Which floor should we start with? I’m thinking we start with the dinosaurs and extinct mammals and work our way down.”

[risingmccns]

@enchantedisms​ (Peter) said “friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another.”

Sally would say that she was pretty good at detecting bullshit. And right now, her bullshit-meter was going haywire. She was pretty damn sure there was no rule or law saying that friends couldn’t kiss each other. Crossing her arms, she looked up at Peter. “What dumbass made up that rule?” She asked. “Because I call bullshit, and if you don’t want to kiss me, then say that.”