[ Peter, for his part, doesn’t seem all too bothered by the rickety elevator. He’s been in worse things. Nearly fell in one too, once, during a job that went sideways.
And it’s funny, but now that he doesn’t have adrenaline and endorphins coursing through him, he’s really starting to feel the aches of his encounters with the local wildlife settling in. His side fucking throbs, and he’s hoping that those bruised ribs have stayed bruised, rather than progressed into broken.
The apartment itself isn’t much to write home about, honestly, and Peter’s of two minds about the kid living on his own. For one, this Peter was doing much weirder and questionable shit at Little Pete’s age; for another, he’s pretty sure the kid shouldn’t be on his own.
But he keeps those thoughts to himself, for now. Instead, he echoes, ]
... “Dojo”?
[ In that tone that says, “Really, dude?” but without so many words. ]
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And it’s funny, but now that he doesn’t have adrenaline and endorphins coursing through him, he’s really starting to feel the aches of his encounters with the local wildlife settling in. His side fucking throbs, and he’s hoping that those bruised ribs have stayed bruised, rather than progressed into broken.
The apartment itself isn’t much to write home about, honestly, and Peter’s of two minds about the kid living on his own. For one, this Peter was doing much weirder and questionable shit at Little Pete’s age; for another, he’s pretty sure the kid shouldn’t be on his own.
But he keeps those thoughts to himself, for now. Instead, he echoes, ]
... “Dojo”?
[ In that tone that says, “Really, dude?” but without so many words. ]