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Until they "faint". It's better if you don't think about the logistics too seriously. I mean, the main mascot thing is a little yellow mouse that shoots lightning out of its cheeks, so.

[ Um what u say. ]

... Shit got weird after I left, man.

And it wasn't weird in the 80's?

I got three words for you, Peter: Garbage Pail Kids.

Look, bro. First of all, how dare you.

Second of all-- just. How dare you. Those things were awesome.

By what definition? They were so gross.

Um, yeah, if you weren't awesome.

C'mon, you didn't think they were funny?

No, but I wasn't twelve either.

... Right. You were, like, already ancient.

[ A beat, then, ]

Pretty sure I was six.

We're talking about the age thing again. Let's not talk about the age thing again.

[ Sorry, Charlie!!! Peter grins, undeterred. ]

In fact, I was probably starting second grade. Still trying to get the hang of how addition worked.

Wow, shut up.

[ And he will just. Try to hit Peter with his pillow. ]

[ He raises his arms to block, and he just laughs. ]

If I had known you then? I could've made you some macaroni art. Or a house made of popsicle sticks.

[ He's glaring now. Do you see how he's glaring? (It's not a real glare in any way, but dammit, he's trying!) ]

I hate you so much.

[ Charwin used Mean Look!

It's not very effective... ]

Liar. I'm so likable. 'Sides, you still haven't kicked me out. Is it 'cause you want me to do a fingerpainting for you?

Like you would go if I tried to kick you out anyway.

I mean, I do own the place. Just sayin'.

I rest my case.

Maybe you just need to ask nicely? You haven't even tried.

Edited 2015-01-08 23:25 (UTC)

[ He rolls his eyes but tries anyway: ] Peter, would you please get out.

See? Was that so difficult?

[ he pushes himself up, wincing when he pulls on something weird at his side. Those bruises are going to be a bitch and a half, come morning. ]

All you had to do was ask, Tinker Bell.

[ Charlie's eyebrows go up- but he does feel a twinge of guilt when Peter winces (not like he didn't have it coming, but still.) ]

I didn't think it would actually work.

[ He presses a hand against his side, shrugging. ]

It's the please that really sold it.

And anyway, we-- [ He hesitates for a second before pressing on. ] --sort of had a shitty night. So. Rest is in order, I'm thinking.

[ Wow, something reasonable from Peter. Someone write this down.

He sits up, propping himself on an elbow ]

Probably for the best.

... You gonna be okay?

[ wow how dare you he sometimes has good ideas.

And honestly, he still needs some time to really process just what the fuck happened tonight. He's accepted that-- whatever this thing is that's drawing him to Charlie? Maybe isn't so crazy after all. Maybe it kind of has a point.

Because he really fucking likes Charlie, but it sucks getting attached because people live him. People never stick around. And they're meandering their way toward Earth, to get him home, so-- ]

Yeah, I'll be fine. Not my first time gettin' the shit kicked out of me. Definitely not gonna be the last, either.

You're good, right?

I've survived worse.

I'll, uh. I'll see you in the morning?

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