Sure she was only playing along. Sure. But even if she was, Peter was pleased by the reaction, smile lighting up even further. Somebody was acting just a little bit like a smitten schoolboy.
If a smitten schoolboy had the skill to flip fully around on his broom without falling and dressed in punk fashion, aside from the leaves in his hair. He was careless about hiding the bruises--one a clear imprint of a hand, and another looking suspiciously like a bite--and in fact seemed blissfully unaware if them, in spite of the fact that they looked like they hurt.
"I'm usually up with the sun! Why waste more time sleeping than I have to? But I did have the advantage of napping out in the forest last night so I was already out here and waiting."
He hopped off the broom finally, and came right up to her, grinning and apparently unaware of the concept of personal space. Or just ignoring it entirely. "Ready to fly?"
bad dreamwidth. no cookie!
If a smitten schoolboy had the skill to flip fully around on his broom without falling and dressed in punk fashion, aside from the leaves in his hair. He was careless about hiding the bruises--one a clear imprint of a hand, and another looking suspiciously like a bite--and in fact seemed blissfully unaware if them, in spite of the fact that they looked like they hurt.
"I'm usually up with the sun! Why waste more time sleeping than I have to? But I did have the advantage of napping out in the forest last night so I was already out here and waiting."
He hopped off the broom finally, and came right up to her, grinning and apparently unaware of the concept of personal space. Or just ignoring it entirely. "Ready to fly?"