[ He huffs out a sharp breath, trying to swallow down the instinctive flare of annoyance – and even that is only to cover the nervousness he feels for that unknown quantity. Some assmunch who’s apparently flinging meteors at them?
Uncool. Seriously uncool. And Peter thinks he might be starting to hate this place. ]
... We’ll worry about it later.
[ You know, when they aren’t being bombarded by meteorites. ]
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Uncool. Seriously uncool. And Peter thinks he might be starting to hate this place. ]
... We’ll worry about it later.
[ You know, when they aren’t being bombarded by meteorites. ]
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