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[animated]

Man, fuck off.

[ And he gives Peter a shove, grinning. The mental image of some of the people he knows in wizard hats doing dumbass things like making roses disappear is hilarious to him. ]

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[ He winces when Charlie gives him a push, if only because he hit on a sensitive bruise, but he's still too amused by this. And Charlie laughing along is only encouraging him. ]

Do I have to show you ID? Like, if the cops bust down the door right now, would they accept, "But Officer, he looked forty!" as a legitimate excuse?

[animated]

Oh my god. Stop. Just stop.

[ nooo he's laughing too hard. This isn't even fucking funny, god dammit Peter ] Also, joke's on you. My ID puts me at a nice, even 29.

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Oh, you liar. [ And he gives him a light shove back. ]

Also? I didn't finish my schooling, but I remember enough to know that twenty-nine isn't an even number.

Unless that works different for wizards, too.

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[ He lists to the side bit when shoved, but bounces back to bump Peter's shoulder with his own ]

Twenty-nine isn't an even number. Hello Peter, welcome to the joke.

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Hey, I dunno. For all I know, in the wizard world, up is down, down is up, and purple isn't a terrible color.

[animated]

... Okay, you lost me on that last one.

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-- Don't worry about it.

Purple sucks, though.

[animated]

Oh... kay.

I'll keep that in mind when buying Christmas presents.

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[ -- Huh. Peter hasn't celebrated a Christmas since--

... He thinks 1987. Huh. That's weird to think about. His expression doesn't fall -- this conversation is too entertaining to dampen it with his issues -- but it's a touch more sober than before. ]

I'm sure it'll be fine. Just make sure you keep the receipts.

[animated]

[ The shift in mood, however slight, doesn't go unnoticed. But if Peter doesn't want to talk about it, he won't push. ]

Maybe I'll just go with a gift card. You don't have an iTunes account, do you?

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... A what-now account?

[animated]

[ He chuckles- he was expecting that answer. ]

iTunes. It's a service that lets you download music.

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Ah, right, of course. iTunes. Gotcha.

[ a beat, then, ]

Yeah, safe to assume it's a no from me, then.

[animated]

You'd probably really enjoy it, you know, if there were an intergalactic equivalent. [ because he's fairly sure that not even the almighty Apple, Inc. has influence way the hell out here. ]

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Something like it on the bigger planets. You know, the ones people actually give a shit about. Everything else is just backwater and quaint.

You know, like Earth.

[animated]

Earth is backwater and quaint?

I mean, I guess I can see it, but having lived there for as long as I have, I've seen it develop in a pretty impressive way.

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I'll have to take your word on it. [ Meanwhile, he's gonna flop back onto Charlie's bed. Because he owns the place. Literally. ]

Haven't really been keeping up on Terran news, lately.

[animated]

[ He watches him a moment, then sort of... flops back as well. ]

I can stop bringing it up, if you want. We can stick to pop culture references.

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[ He chews on his lower lip thoughtfully. Then he stops, when his teeth pinch down on a cut there. Whoops.

He could ask him to stop there. He's been running from Earth for a long time, now. Nothing left for him there, after all, except relatives who've probably long forgotten him or thought him dead. Going back would just be painful for everyone all around, he thinks. Easier to avoid it. Easier to stay dead.

But-- it's still his home, right? Kind of? And hearing about it doesn't mean he has to step back on Terran soil, so-- ]

Nah. It's okay. [ It's said quietly, hesitantly, but he keeps on trucking. ] Go on. Wow me with your funny little Earth technology.

[animated]

Says the guy who had no idea what to do with my cell phone.

[ But he frowns a little, propping himself up on an elbow to look at Peter. ] But really, whatever you want. It'd be like if you talked about my parents all the time.

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-- I take it parents are a touchy subject for you, then.

[ Because Peter has likely avoided the topic of conversation altogether. It's not a particularly fun subject for anyone aboard the Milano, two of whom lost their parents, one of whom was a parent, and two of whom likely never had anything like parents. ]

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[ He snorts out a laugh, but there's no humor in the sound ] Haven't seen good ol' mom and dad in the last forty years.

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[ He frowns a little, and his voice is quieter, almost worried. ]

Big falling out, huh?

[animated]

Here's a fun wizard fact for you, Peter: magic is only passed down from fathers to sons.

So if you come from a family of any sort of standing, the end goal is find a nice girl from a family of any sort of standing, get married, and pop out little wizard babies.

[ he shrugs, flopping back down to stare at the ceiling ] Wanting anything else is unacceptable.