"My suggestion is to eat more and sleep more. You'd be much happier if you did." He suggested. The dark luminous shadows that cascaded down the hallway walls were kind of scary. Not that peter was scared of the dark... (he is actually terrified of the dar

"Thanks. Do you sleep?" He began following him.

-sad puppy dog face- e-eh...

Hey I'm here and I'm queer and I'm really annoying

-WALKS INTO THE ROOM AGRESSIVELY- HEY WOW IM IN YOUR ROOM

"Well... actually I don't think I'm hungry anymore." He seemed a bit disappointed. "We've both had a long day, and I think I should be heading to bed." He rubbed his arm and got up

"Nyet. But I'm conflicted now. Food is good but... murder money... wait, are you asking me out on a date?" He asked, nudging him.

"Awwww..." he whined and sat back down. "Maybe I can have something just as sweet." He winked. "I don't think we need to go to the store actually."

"Oh. Well if I'm going to stay here we should change that. Do you have any sweets?" He asked, pulling down his shirt.

"Really? Well you already know how I feel about you." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm going to find something to eat, I'm hungry again."

"Hey. Bears can be scary. Except for yogi bear. But- I've got a question for you." He wrung his hands together. "D-do you find me attractive?"

"A soft cop? How so?" He chuckled, slipping on his shirt. "I feel like I strike fear in the hearts of men."

"Well you haven't killed me yet so I consider you a soft bad guy." He purred, leaning forward to tap his nose with his finger. He took off his pants and was left in his boxers. He felt at his shirt to put it on.

"Well I think it's pretty cute." He added with a wink. "He took off his undershirt and belt. He felt a twang of self consciousness.

"That wouldn't end well. But am I the only guy around here that's freakishly tall? Everybody seems to be really short. It's exhausting. I always have to lean down to talk to everyone. Wait. You don't mind if I change here right?"

"Really? Well I guess if you're short people can see you better. I think I'd be too intimidating and quite frankly people wouldn't be able to see my dick." He started unbuttoning his uniform.

Peter tried stifling a laugh with his hand. "Big Ben? Maybe thickey Minaj." He started giggling. "I don't know if anyone would want a guy like me dancing on them. You would make a good stripper though, you're muscular."

"That's right. I can be a body builder! Or... hmm that's not a good idea. Maybe I can be a stripper or something." Shrugs and giggles a bit. "I would make a good stripper right?"

"Da. Dicks are pretty nice. But that would be weird if a police were to date a mercenary." He admitted, getting out a t-shirt and shorts out of his backpack.

"I guess so. But... I don't know. I think I'm just a sucker for the whole bad boy kinda thing." He got a distant dreamy look as he imagined a guy on a motorcycle. He shook his head to clear the thought. "D-do you like guys?"