Me: well, we could maybe tell why we became murderers Peter: -nuzzles into me like a big puppy dog-

Turn off your notifications then

Me: I think he said his head hurts. -follows you- Peter: -groans and holds on to Melissa-

(Ok I'm gonna make a fanfic of this shit it's adorable also if I don't respond I fell asleep)

Me: gotcha Peter: роле грани орла...

-holds your hand from outside the bars-

Peter: blue... -points at your fingers-

Me: -goes up to the bars and presses my face on the cold bars-

Peter: типовая... -wobbles a bit-

(Lol) Peter: -sniffs and pushes rice bowl towards you- I-I'm not hungry comrade. You're probably a growing boy that needs his calories so... There.

Awww this is so qt

(Dude same a lot of my rp's result in death) Peter: -opens his eyes and looks at you-

Peter: -coughs and can barely focus on one thing- mmhh...

(Dude this turned dark fast) me: -looks down shamefully- Peter: -closes his eyes and tests up-

Peter: -wakes up a bit but can barely focus- me: he's up!

Awesome drawing

Me: -gets it- he may bleed out...

Me: no you can not. I will NOT carry him out if he's dead Peter: -sighs and looks to the ground- I lost my family anyway so it's ok...

Me: I-is there any pulse? -sees blood everywhere-

Me: -blushes- Peter: -scooches back a bit-