[ ... Mm. It's not unexpected but is a little disheartening still. If he really doesn't want to tell her, that's fine. It'd be the pot calling the kettle black to feel hurt about it, anyway. ]
Sort of. They're letting me out as long as I promise to be good.
... Well, knowing me, I can't promise anything. But I've gone like a whole two days since being seriously maimed or injured. It's a record or something.
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Sort of. They're letting me out as long as I promise to be good.
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[ Even if it's audio-only, it's not hard to imagine Peter putting his hands on his hips, giving her a stern look. ]
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See? All the more reason to celebrate, right?
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[ SO THERE.
Not that she... actually cares if she celebrates her birthday at all. ]
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Part of her says no. The other part says that he bandaged up her bleeding stump of a hand when it was first cut off and, so, yeah. She trusts him.
Still. ]
... Fine. But if you don't tell me when it is, prepare to be ignored. For at least, like. A month.
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A month? That's kinda harsh, don't you think?
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Damn. Alright, then, you drive a seriously hard bargain.
Where are you right now?
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House 1. [ On the couch, curled up in a blanket being a sadsack because it's her birthday and she's stuck in Haven. ]
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- Sure. Come on over.