Peter: -he began to sweat. He didn't want to tell foxy he had sprained it in a fight with Freddy- my ankle? What about it? -to demonstrate he tried getting up to get more food, but instead heard a loud snap, and there he was on the floor.-

Peter: o-oh.... -he felt it harden under her touch. This was sending shivers up his spine. He found himself momentarily digging his fingers in her back. But not enough for it to hurt-

Peter: -he gives a big sigh. He had never gotten that mad before OR completely beaten the snot out a person or robot like that. He looked down at his ankle. It was definitely swollen and it hurt. A lot. He dismissed it though and continued eating.- sorry

He says hello the same way Peter does

Peter: huh? What are you doing here? -he said almost bitterly, with a mouthful of cake. He then notices his scarf, and examines the stitches.- huh...

Peter: d-da. I told you, I'm a certified virgin, -he squeezed his thighs together to get a hold of himself. They had barely started!- (geez this is going to be kinky)

Peter: -Peter wrapped his arms around her. He seriously hoped that Sam couldn't see his boner right now... He rubbed her back gently-

To not let Freddy see him cry.-

(POCKET. Pockets are an illusion) Peter: -he had managed to get himself to the kitchen. He was limping more than anything. He had strained his ankle in the fight. He dejectedly got whatever he could find in the fridge- stupid Freddy... -he was determined

(Those are cuteeeee!!! I want one when I'm older) peter:d-da. I'm not quite sure what to do in all honestly. -he rubs his neck-

Peter: wait why am I Patrick? Me: WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?!

Peter: -shrugs- I just met him so I have no idea. -pulls down his shirt- me: AWW YEAH MR.KRABS

(And Awww. Poor meli)

Peter: -he ducked his head to hide how flushed and warm his face was. All that he kept on was his ever present scarf.- a-are you ready?

(Hahaaaa. I just watched a play through of that game and it looked cool. Wanna continue?)

Peter: who's who? -cocks his head- me: spongebob

GREETTTY JOBBBB

(I'm bakkkk -jazz hands)

( Imm backkk) Peter: -he looks down to see his underwear were still on.- oh. I almost forgot. -he got up to pull down his boxers, letting them drop to the floor- there we go,

Peter: hullo James! (That's actually one of my favorite names ever) me: heya squirt