[ he repeats it, like a confirmation with a vague air of a question tapering off on the end. it's a "yes" either way because how else does juno answer something that makes his insides turn in a not so awful (but still pretty awful) way. ]
Well, I'm not that popular yet and my list of people who might want to see me dead is surprisingly non-existent, so... sure. Tomorrow.
[ what the hell else does juno really have to do okay. ]
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[ meanwhile, the impostor peter holds by the shoulder simply tilts its head, smiling regardless of peter's brow raise. what happens on the other end of the phone doesn't seem to concern it. instead, it rests a hand where peter's wrist lies, fingers drumming faintly along the spur of bone there. it's oddly patient, humming something indistinct to itself with an oddly satisfied smile on its face, like there's something it knows that peter very much doesn't. ]
no subject
[ he repeats it, like a confirmation with a vague air of a question tapering off on the end. it's a "yes" either way because how else does juno answer something that makes his insides turn in a not so awful (but still pretty awful) way. ]
Well, I'm not that popular yet and my list of people who might want to see me dead is surprisingly non-existent, so... sure. Tomorrow.
[ what the hell else does juno really have to do okay. ]
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[ meanwhile, the impostor peter holds by the shoulder simply tilts its head, smiling regardless of peter's brow raise. what happens on the other end of the phone doesn't seem to concern it. instead, it rests a hand where peter's wrist lies, fingers drumming faintly along the spur of bone there. it's oddly patient, humming something indistinct to itself with an oddly satisfied smile on its face, like there's something it knows that peter very much doesn't. ]