Peter was boring him, he knew he was...or that was just the bit of insecurity he had inside of him. Nagging at his brain almost all the time. Still, he nodded his head and platted up them up to set in front of Paul.
"Do you want something to drink?" he questioned, always wanting to be of some help.
Paul sat into a seat, scooting it up to the table. He watches Peter cook the eggs. “Fine.” Slightly uninterested with such small talk.
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Peter flashes a small smile and moves into the kitchen. He pursed his lips, tongue darting out habitually as he grabbed the half empty carton and some cheese so he could set to work.
"How did you sleep?" he asked politely as he cracked some eggs over the skillet.
”Sure. I guess that works.”
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"I could make some eggs...if you want."
”I’m not. We just need more.”
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"Don't be mad..."
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”Is there anymore of it?”
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"Ah...sorry...didn't see you there."
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babies.
THREE OTHER PEOPLE IN THIS FANDOM. WHY WERE YOU NOT AROUND WHEN I WAS SUPER ACTIVE ON THIS BLOG??????
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What was your childhood like?
I suppose like any other childhood.
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I mean when did you meet Paul. Sorry.
I met Paul in High School. We just hit it off despite him being well liked and me being, well, not.
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Ah yes, of course. I completely understand why you wouldn't want me to help you both when you already work so well together. I will always be available, if you change your mind.
Thank you very much, mam.
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