(Nah it's ok. Let's just resume to where they're back in Bindi's place.) peter had a backpack full of his clothes. He set it down on the couch and sat down. "So... is it bad that I think you're cute? Even though you're a mass murderer?" He asked.

"Awww. You're small." He ruffled his "hair" (should we skip to where they get back from his apartment?)

"Da. Maybe we can go back to my apartment to go get my clothes. It's really difficult to find clothes that fit you when you're 6ft 11.

"You're right. Well if I'm staying with you do you at least have something I can change into?"

Peter: cause I know you don't like kisses here's a Christmas hug -bear hugs you-

Ayyyyy coolio man -hug-

"Da. You are pretty nice." He mumbled. "Would I stay here with you? Well for all I know you'd kill me in my sleep." He crossed his arms and frowned.

He leaned against the counter and rubbed his face. "So what do you suggest I do? Just let you go?"

He put down his gun and sighed. "There wouldn't be any point in shooting you anyway... it probably wouldn't kill you and taking you to jail would just give you a chance to get out again..."

"Do you have a problem with being gay?" He loosened his grip on his gun. "Anyway, that's not the point. There's no point in trying to dissuade me from you being the killer. It just makes me want to shoot you more." He growled.

"Shut up suka. Hands behind your head." He lifted his gun to Bindimashi's head. "And to think I was going to ask you out."

"Oh da. A bowl could have killed my sister and the man I wanted to date." He snarled, cocking his gun. His accent had become a touch thicker now, it was a thing of his whenever his emotions heightened.

"Y-you're..." he gripped at his spoon and bit his lip. He stood up and drew his gun. "Hands up asshole." All kindness in his eyes had melted, and been replaced with anger and hurt.

"Really? I feel like I'm kinda selling myself short by just eating donuts. But I am? Do you know anything about where he is?" He sat up a bit and adjusted his belt.

"I'm looking for him by eating noodles and sitting on a couch?" He joked. "But nobody usually assigns me to anything, I just kinda eat donuts in my chair and twirl around in it."

Peter stretched out and yawned. He rubbed his eyes. "I really should get back to work... but I'm really cozy now

(Hmm should peter figure out then that he's a criminal?)

(Wait so how are they going to get together?)

"I wouldn't mind dating you." He mumbled under his breath. "What's your job?"

In decisive