Jun 3, 2014
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"Wh-how the hell did you get in here?"
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"Wh-how the hell did you get in here?"
that-is-illegal-you-know started following you
"Can't say I'm entirely surprised to see you," Erik regarded the silver-haired boy calmly, folding his hands in front of him on the table, "For the sake of formality though... How can I help you, Pietro?"
Erik rolled the cuffs of his shirt up, taking small pleasures in wearing something not white and itchy, and flexed his hand. The tattoo on his left arm flashed, permanent as always, and he paused. "What did you say your name was again?" he asked, not looking back at the silver haired kid he knew was somewhere nearby.
Bruised: Pietro seems hesitant to help the man before he rushes forward. "You know every time I have seen you, it appears you need help." He grimaces his eyes quickly looking over each of the wounds. "I have a first aid kit in my house if you can make a quick trip."
Your muse sees my muse battered and bruised, how does your muse react?
Human interaction was something the metal bender wanted to avoid right now. So when the boy started talking to him, the older man couldn't help but raise his hand a little, not wanting to tell him to back off right away, but also making it clear to keep his distance. But then, he recognised the voice, and looked towards him properly, before raising his eyebrows. ❝--You're the kid that broke me out of prison.❞ He had honestly been rather impressed with that. Not many people could do what he did without batting an eyelid.
Erik took a small second to contemplate. It wasn't the worst he had. His wounds was in no way significant to what he had experienced before, though, they still hurt. Pietro was fast, had a personality he liked, too. Could get annoying... but. He dropped his hand back down, and sighed. ❝Well, it'll save me from taking one from a local hotel.❞
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/looks between posts going right now with two different Pietro's
both of you done fucked up.
"Nice goggles, kid."
"I know you took it now give it before before I make you."
"Are you my father?"
04/05
"Probably."