His sugar intake.-

Peter: -he muttered a sorry, and resumed eating his pastries. Soon enough, the stupid Russian had eaten probably what was his weight’s worth (an exaggeration) in donuts and cupcakes. He was now on the floor groaning while his stomach was not agreeing with

No honey. You’re a fun, bubbly charismatic little thing that I love very much

Peter: -he had two handfuls of donuts and cupcakes, and he was scarfing them down when she asked that. His mouth was full and he couldn’t really answer, so he lifted up the pastries to show her. He was stupidly adorable when he was excited-

Peter: AH -he fell to the floor and groaned. He stood himself and dusted off his pants- you could have been more gentle. -he went over to the front counter, to see what was his heaven to him. Pastries.- oh my god.

Peter: nyet that’s the thing I can’t get in! A little help please? -he frowned and his cheeks went red from embarrassment- and you leave my ass out of this

Peter: nyet! I don’t want to do that! I just want some cupcakes that’s all. -he hoisted himself up, which was on its own a difficult task, but couldn’t seem to shimmy himself through- uhhh. Ira? -oh geez she was going to make fun of the hell out of him-

Ewww the unnaturally colored bowl cut and septum piercings, the tell tale signs of a feminist.

I would kill for eyebrows like that

Peter: hey leave me alone. I come here a lot. -goes around to the back and points to it- I think we can fit in there. Ladies first

Peter: no way. This is a bakery. So, how do we get in? -he looked around. He didn’t want to break any glass- wait! They always leave their window open in the back!

I can comment on the rp so you can find it if you’d like my dude

Unless you don’t want to it’s totally fine

The new one if that’s okay with you. Sorry I kinda forgot about it

Peter: oh boy! For once I actually agree with you! -he seemed to bounce up and down with excitement- (shall we timeskip to when they get there?)

Oh! You’re back friendo I missed you! Hey, if you’re up to it would you like to continue that rp from a while ago? Sorry I don’t mean to bug you I just love rping with you

Peter: I-I guess. As long as we don’t get caught... -he knew she would set him up to do something stupid and unpredictable. But as long as she was having fun and not being salty to him-

Peter: -his look of hope washed over by fear.- crimes?! L-like breaking into things and stealing things?! -he wrung his hands together anxiously-

Peter: eat cookies? That’s fun -he pointed out, giving a hopeful smile. With the mention of food he had already forgotten he just got burned by a cigarette- (I would kill her if she actually did that to my baby)

Woah this is groovy my dude