P.k: do you want a pillow, a better blanket?

P.k I’m not talking to him right now.
Will: *scowls* stop being an ass and just talk to him
P.k: not now. We really must be leaving, you understand, don’t you will?
Will: *sighs in defeat* yeah yeah.

P.k: are you tired?

P.k: *kisses his cheek* that answers my suspicion

P.k: it wouldn’t have been me either, *eye-ing Will with a newfound caution*
Will: you guys are *both* stupid.
P.k: *hums* “now now, let’s not do something we’ll regret”
Will: you’re doing this on purpose. *crosses his arms*
P.k: *gives a smug smile* it’s amusing.

P.k: ..I’m starting to think you’re a light sleeper.

P.k: *glances at toby* I..don’t understand duck. *makes a blanket appear and sets it over the three of them*

Will: *sighs and glares at them both* I *really* hoped I didn’t have to lose my temper for this. But I’m- glad. That there will be no fighting.

P.k: sadly.

P.k: *holds Mickey with one hand and with his other he gently sets toby down so he’s lying on his lap* are you cold, Mickey?

P.k: I don’t think I will

Will: *a pink fog slowly comes out of his mouth* project really does take it back. Please understand.

P.k: *glances at toby* that’s good.

P.k: *laughs a little* I’m not taking shit back, so you may as well give it up. I’ve saved him the rest of the harsh words I intended to say to him, he should be great full I took into consideration how breakable his feelings are.

Will: *shoves project harshly, but barely causes him to move* ODIS. Shut. Up.

P.k: hello, you. have you liked your stay here?

P.k: *holds them close*

Will: *glares at them* you have an aggressive person and someone who isn’t thinking straight here who has yet to show you who he is. Don’t take what he’s saying to heart, and calm down.

P.k: *calmly staring at jay, with a dangerous glint in his eyes*

P.k: if it pisses you off, *grins* then even more so.

Will: *waves a hand in dismissal* he really doesn’t mean that

P.k: they might be cold.

P.k: how sickeningly sweet.
Wills: *shoves him off* quit touchin’ me, I’m better now. But, I’m hungry *stands up and stretches, being cautious of his injury* and I kinda wanna get out of here..
P.k: I’ve been here plenty times, we’re fine.

P.k: Mickey, *smiles softly* how are you?

P.k: *smiles* good for him.
Will: I’m really sorry for odis, jay. This is an effect he has changes- ow!
P.k: *tending to will’s injury* I’m not sorry. He shouldn’t have been easing in, if he was brought against his will or not.
Will: *groans* there was- ow. Nothing he could’ve- ow- done.