( sure! Sorry I'm bad at history) me: get me aiden please... peter: h-how can we trust them?

Peter: I do care about people a lot... and I care about you. -nuzzles into ballora's neck and sighs-

(Me neither but eh, maybe you can take us hostage or shit) Me: you could find a way... you have any gauze? Peter: -looks like he's going to pass out-

(Wait lol are you going to just leave us to die) Peter: -looks at his bloody hand- WELL THABKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP -calls out to you- Me: oh my gods. There's blood everywhere -winces-

Peter: n-no. He can't die! I can't die either - winces and rubs at his arm- me: p-piss off Greek

Peter: -starts crying- y-your you, and that's what I fell in love with... -tugs at his shirt- I wouldn't trade you for anything.

Me: I-it's just a little... Ah! -messages at my leg and chokes back tears- oh my gods... Peter: -tries to get in front of me- y-you leave her alone.

Peter: -a tear rolls down his cheek- people change. Right when you think you know them they... change. Trust me on that. -looks down- Freddy was right. I don't know why you chose a stupid fat guy like me...

Peter: yay!! (Sorry I had to paint my grandma's nails. Wanted her to feel pretty for a party)

Me: ok... fine you have a charming smile. -an arrow whizzes by, one sticking in my leg, the other in Peter's arm- SHIT! Peter: -winces and clutches at his arm- f-fuck!

(ME NEITHER) Peter: -sinks down the wall till he's on the floor and hugs his knees- y-yeah... he told me.

Peter: I-I have to go... (geez that got dark really quickly) -goes out and leans against a wall- oh my god...

Peter: walk I guess? -rolls his eyes- Mikey says I need the exercise. But that was a good pun

Peter: oh my god... -covers his mouth and steps back a bit-

Peter: yesss! I'm always up for icecream!

Peter: icecream? -looks hopefully at you-

(Is ok friendo) Peter: I want you to stop harassing her. You made her really upset. So I want you to at least leave her alone. I don't mind you being a jerk to me

Peter: ohhh! Ok. Well, nice to meet you friend! -hugs Vanessa-

Peter: -sighs and sits on the ground- I give up... -huffs- me: Peter you fat -angry Trojan cuss word- get up!

Peter: you look a lot different than Melissa does. -fiddles with his scarf-