[Peter points out with a shake of his head. It's not the server's fault they decided to fuck around in the bathroom for half an hour or whatever. School is clearly not happening, as if there had ever been any chance that it would. On his own, he'd probably get picked up for truancy, but with Roman he gets to leech off of that Godfrey entitlement.
Peter's jeans sit on his hips, following his boxers, his shirt wrinkled, somehow impossible to quite put himself back together. Unsure if it was the way his clothes just didn't sit quite the same or how his hair wasn't quite as orderly, even after he redid his ponytail. Whatever.
He steals the cigarettes from Roman's pocket, putting one to his mouth. Best they're gonna manage, he supposes.]
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[Peter points out with a shake of his head. It's not the server's fault they decided to fuck around in the bathroom for half an hour or whatever. School is clearly not happening, as if there had ever been any chance that it would. On his own, he'd probably get picked up for truancy, but with Roman he gets to leech off of that Godfrey entitlement.
Peter's jeans sit on his hips, following his boxers, his shirt wrinkled, somehow impossible to quite put himself back together. Unsure if it was the way his clothes just didn't sit quite the same or how his hair wasn't quite as orderly, even after he redid his ponytail. Whatever.
He steals the cigarettes from Roman's pocket, putting one to his mouth. Best they're gonna manage, he supposes.]
Lead on; show the commoners how it's done.