Peter: come on don't give me the silent treatment. I'm trying to help you out here vanya. -he giggled and brought her into a hug again-

Peter: a-are you crying? Nyet don't -he lifted up her head and wiped gingerly at her cheeks- (aww I like this ship)

Peter: -he drew her into a hug, nuzzling his head on top of hers. He knew she would probably kill him in cold blood later, but it was ok. His hugs were warm and actually quite comfy. Like hugging a marshmallow-

Peter: you were? I never really knew my parents. I was locked in my room for half my life. -he wanted to hug her, but was afraid to-

Peter: well I'm willing to hear it if you don't growl at me again. (I see, thanks)

(What does her tail mean? Or what emotion does it show?) peter: why are you so mean to me? I really like you but now I'm starting to regret meeting you. -he blushed and picked up his jacket and pulls down his sweater-

Peter: w-what do you mean tail? -he winced a little. He didn't want to get lashed out at.- but bye. -secretly he was praying for her not to leave him alone with viski-

Stop no bad -hits you with a newspaper-

(Oof not a good thing to walk in on) Peter: -whenever he was upset, his nose starts to twitch and his lip trembles. On sight of yagi though, he rubbed his eyes and tried ignoring what just happened.- oh h-hullo.

Peter: -he got startled and he dropped the jacket. His lip began to tremble- s-sorry. I forgot. I thought you fell asleep or something

Oh yeah...

Who was it?

Peter: are you okay? -he pokes her, completely forgetting the no touching policy.- I take it that you want to keep it. -he pulled his sweater down and sniffed-

Peter: if you're not cold I'll take it back. -he all of a sudden was very self conscious. The sweater wasn't very flattering for his midsection or really any part of him.- if not, enjoy.

Peter: so? Are you? -he began to take off his big and rather heavy coat. A parka to be exact. He dropped it on viski- here you are. -now he was only in a Christmas sweater.-

Peter: umm. -he cleared his throat and loosened his scarf a bit. He cursed how pale he was. It made him blushing extremely noticeable.- n-nothing. Just curious

Peter: are you single? I'm... not I'm just wondering.

Peter: that's nice. -he fiddled with his scarf and could help but stare at her. She was very pretty. Mean, but pretty.-

Peter: are you kidding me? I'd love to have as my sister. I mean to me she technically is. (Cool) I have a little sister too. Her name is Illyana. She's 6

Peter: you're welcome. -he thought to himself, cancel out the idea of hugging her- wait- ah. Sorry. I'll remember that. So I take it you're suki's sister?