"It's so non decisive." But he smiled to himself. He had a bit of a chance with this guy. He hoped he had a thing for guys like him. Or guys at all.

Red

"Stop shrugging you shrugger." He giggle. He set his bowl of noodles on his stomach."Are you single?" He asked, not looking at him while he asked. He didn't know whether or not it was the near heat stroke or the fact that he liked him that made his cheeks

"O-oh... heh." Peter started to look nervous around him. He gripped nervously at his scarf. "Well I do have one question..."

"Nyet. I don't really like hurting anyone in all honestly." He nodded his thanks and took the bowl. "I just want to take him to prison." He sat down and crossed his legs. "Anyway, what about you?"

Oking for him. Other than that I'm single and I'm 22 years old."

"Well... I'm not really from this planet. I'm from earth. I moved here with my sister a few years ago, and we both joined the police force. She was trying to catch Bindimashi and... he killed her..." he paused and looked down at his badge. "But now I'm lo

"Oh. Sorry comrade." He set him down and pat his head. As peter was now the closest he had been to him, he got a good look at him. He was awfully cute...

"Alright. Thanks again for your hospitality." He smiled and drew him into a hug, practically picking him up off the ground. He really wasn't one that was very good with social norms, like hugging a person you barely know.

Much better in here"

"Da, I still kinda am hungry." He blushed. He ducked his head when he went inside. He looked and pulled down his shirt. He really wished more cops were as tall as him, it was so hard finding uniforms his size. The air conditioning felt amazing. "It feels

Wasn't likely that he was going to find him any time soon

(Ok) peter got out of the dune buggy and looked at the structure. It was beaten by years of being in the sand. "This is a nice place. Very cozy." He looked at his watch. He really should be getting back to trying to get Bindimashi but... it was hot and it

(Should we skip to where they get to his place?)

"Seems like it. Better than my little apartment if loneliness. Plus the guy won't get off my ass about rent." He grumbled. He yawned, and as they were driving he realized how tired he really was.

"I guess so. I'm not very experienced in the desert." He was almost halfway done with his box. "Is that where you live?"

He frowned and looked at him. "I am... an experienced cop... but nobody else could go so they put me. I thought they were going to have me get some donuts but now I'm here." He sighed.

"Oh my god. Yes." He really didn't do a good job of pacing himself. The chubby cop looked a bit better now with some food with him. He messed with his belt.

Peter gave an airy, halfhearted chuckle. Maybe coming with this guy wasn't such a good idea after all. His stomach growled. "Umm. You wouldn't happen to have any food with you would you? I haven't eaten in a while." He asked sheepishly, rubbing his arm.

"Can't be any weirder than the name Piotr." He sat on the passengers seat. It felt nice to sit down on something other than sand. He took off his scarf, only to reveal rather ugly looking scars. "So why do you live by yourself? Doesn't it get lonely?"