[There's a lift of an eyebrow, and something inexplicably perverse in the turn of his voice. Fucking teenage boys, man.]
So what should I get here? You said the steak's good, right?
[He eyes the menu, realizes he doesn't even know what half the crap that's supposedly in English is. What's carpaccio and proscuttio? He looks up at Roman a little helplessly. Rich Folk almost seems to be it's own dialect as far as Peter is concerned.]
Yeah, but you seem to do okay.
[Peter's always listened to the bathroom gossip. Ear to the ground and all that.]
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Date: 2014-07-23 03:49 am (UTC)[There's a lift of an eyebrow, and something inexplicably perverse in the turn of his voice. Fucking teenage boys, man.]
So what should I get here? You said the steak's good, right?
[He eyes the menu, realizes he doesn't even know what half the crap that's supposedly in English is. What's carpaccio and proscuttio? He looks up at Roman a little helplessly. Rich Folk almost seems to be it's own dialect as far as Peter is concerned.]
Yeah, but you seem to do okay.
[Peter's always listened to the bathroom gossip. Ear to the ground and all that.]