[Peter manages to look aghast, gasping as he sits up now. He'll show her what he's talking about, trying to smooth the shirt he's wearing down, but it's just a bit too tight across the chest, and even in the arms. But it fit well enough he took what he could.]
This is a serious problem, Sal. It's like girls with huge boobs okay, shit just doesn't fit good.
Okay, one: Don't even pretend you'd object, and two: 'The boys'? Definitely doesn't mean what you think it means. I'm just saying.
[ she drops back down on her back, eyes lifting to the ceiling a second before her brow knits thoughtfully. ] In fact, I'm pretty sure they'd still be 'the girls'.
I would object to you cutting nipple holes into my shirts. If I wanted to show off my goods I'd just strip. [Because she's right. He wouldn't object to showing off. He knows he's a good looking boy.]
And don't care, calling them the boys anyway. You can't stop me.
[Annnnd just gonna flop back beside her, don't mind his fingers toying with the ends of her hair a little.]
I mean I could be convinced otherwise, but having people think I'm taking about my balls when I'm not is kinda funny.
[ she meant he wouldn't object to the 'exposed' part. which he probably totally knows and is just being an ass.
meanwhile, no objections whatsoever as he fiddles with her hair. in fact, her eyes close and she lets out a slow exhale, making a concerted effort to chill the fuck out. ]
To her comment he just 'mhms'. Honestly right now it seems like they both could just use someone. After a few minutes of silence Peter gives a light tug, nothing that will hurt, just to get her attention.]
Hey.
[And he'll shift in closer, for her, for himself. He needs this too. Pulls her right into a hug, arms around her middle and around her back. It's just nice to hold someone else, especially someone you care about, whether it's friends or lovers or what not.
[ see, that's what she likes about him. i mean - sure, they did some boozed up shit they're both-- let's be real here, pretty proud of tbh, but then most of the time they can just... y'know, do shit like this. like friends who don't have to worry about calling NO HOMO everytime they need to just curl up with someone warm.
so she scoots in a little, meeting him halfway. since he's positioned a bit farther down than she is, sally slides her own arm up through the crook of his shoulder and neck, so she can wrap it loosely down around his back and he can use the front of her own shoulder as somewhere semi-comfy to set his head.
it's all in silence (save for their mutual breathing) for a good minute or so, before she finally speaks again. ]
Do you think we're allowed to be happy here? [ it's so out of the blue, and though she keeps going after a pause, it doesn't much help with context. ] Or do they see that and they're like.... y'know, 'oh shit, they're not suffering, somebody fix that'.
[Peter would never regret that night they had together. Booze induced sure, but there had always been an attraction to her. Physical, personality, just. She was a pretty great gal and had become a pretty good friend too. Even if they didn't talk all the time when one or the other needed a shoulder or just an ear they could be that.
Worked out great for them both.
And ha, Peter was pretty chill about being comfortable with people like this. Really it was great to find someone he could so easily be physical with, regardless if it was sexual or not. Especially in a more friendly manner right now.
With his head cushioned by her arm and shoulder, he'll close his eyes, just breathing along with Sally for a good moment. Heck if she hadn't spoken up he could easily fall asleep.]
I think we're allowed to be happy no matter where we are. [Not very realistic, but hey, he thinks there's happiness in a lot of things. Even the little shit. Even in this craphole they were stuck in.]
But I'm pretty sure the Techs work diligently to ruin everything on a pretty regular basis.
[ oh, they're definitely going to fall asleep. soon, even. she just... accidentally words, i guess.
and while his first answer's more what she's hoping for, his second one cuts more to the truth of it all. it confirms what she was wondering. worrying about, even.
so she nods a little, her head rolling to the side so her cheek and jaw rest against his forehead and hair. ]
'S what I thought, [ she murmurs, and her next breath is a longer, slower exhale. because that's that, right? might as well start adjusting now. ]
Mhm. [ the agreement comes quick enough, but it's almost as hazy as his statement was to start with. her eyes are closed, though she doesn't quite know when that happened. ]
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This is a serious problem, Sal. It's like girls with huge boobs okay, shit just doesn't fit good.
[His boobs are too big basically.]
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If you've got scissors, I can totally fix that.
[ boob-holes. she's going to cut boob-holes. ]
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Are you trying to turn me into some common whore, Sally? Exposing me to everyone here?
And besides... if you want a look at the boys you could just ask.
[The boys. Do guys usually call their pecs that?]
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[ she drops back down on her back, eyes lifting to the ceiling a second before her brow knits thoughtfully. ] In fact, I'm pretty sure they'd still be 'the girls'.
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And don't care, calling them the boys anyway. You can't stop me.
[Annnnd just gonna flop back beside her, don't mind his fingers toying with the ends of her hair a little.]
I mean I could be convinced otherwise, but having people think I'm taking about my balls when I'm not is kinda funny.
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meanwhile, no objections whatsoever as he fiddles with her hair. in fact, her eyes close and she lets out a slow exhale, making a concerted effort to chill the fuck out. ]
Gives a whole new meaning to 'going balls-out'.
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To her comment he just 'mhms'. Honestly right now it seems like they both could just use someone. After a few minutes of silence Peter gives a light tug, nothing that will hurt, just to get her attention.]
Hey.
[And he'll shift in closer, for her, for himself. He needs this too. Pulls her right into a hug, arms around her middle and around her back. It's just nice to hold someone else, especially someone you care about, whether it's friends or lovers or what not.
Nice to have someone.]
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so she scoots in a little, meeting him halfway. since he's positioned a bit farther down than she is, sally slides her own arm up through the crook of his shoulder and neck, so she can wrap it loosely down around his back and he can use the front of her own shoulder as somewhere semi-comfy to set his head.
it's all in silence (save for their mutual breathing) for a good minute or so, before she finally speaks again. ]
Do you think we're allowed to be happy here? [ it's so out of the blue, and though she keeps going after a pause, it doesn't much help with context. ] Or do they see that and they're like.... y'know, 'oh shit, they're not suffering, somebody fix that'.
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Worked out great for them both.
And ha, Peter was pretty chill about being comfortable with people like this. Really it was great to find someone he could so easily be physical with, regardless if it was sexual or not. Especially in a more friendly manner right now.
With his head cushioned by her arm and shoulder, he'll close his eyes, just breathing along with Sally for a good moment. Heck if she hadn't spoken up he could easily fall asleep.]
I think we're allowed to be happy no matter where we are. [Not very realistic, but hey, he thinks there's happiness in a lot of things. Even the little shit. Even in this craphole they were stuck in.]
But I'm pretty sure the Techs work diligently to ruin everything on a pretty regular basis.
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and while his first answer's more what she's hoping for, his second one cuts more to the truth of it all. it confirms what she was wondering. worrying about, even.
so she nods a little, her head rolling to the side so her cheek and jaw rest against his forehead and hair. ]
'S what I thought, [ she murmurs, and her next breath is a longer, slower exhale. because that's that, right? might as well start adjusting now. ]
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He's already nodding off some, but after a moment of processing what she says he mutters a slow,]
We'll... show them...
[Beat the system, be happy all the time. Rub it right in the Tech's faces. Or something.]
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What a bunch of sad losers.]