At first, Peter wasn't sure what Sangamon was getting at. Then he traced the imaginary figure of Jessica Rabbit in the air and Peter squawked in horror. "No! I mean - aside from the obvious!! Geez, dude!" He shrunk down in his seat and shielded his eyes with a hand at his brows. That did nothing to hide the striking resemblance his face was making to a piping bowl of tomato soup.
Was he offended on his behalf, or Jessica's? Because if Sangamon was implying that she was mannish then he was off the hook. In a fashion. They were identical in the face, true, but she had boobs (sorta). And hips (if you squinted). And Peter himself had a manly...strapping frame. Nothing girly about him. Surely no one would ever mix the two up. Even if Jessica got a hair cut.
Peter took an errant wisp of bangs between his thumb and forefinger, examining the length compared to his brow. Maybe he should get one. Just in case.
His nose wrinkled in response to the glue about the same time as the man beside him started tearing up. Now they wore matching stinkfaces. Peter's, however, was at least half genuine, seeing as how his many efforts at retaining the institute's collective insanity were the day's featured laughing stock yet again. "Well - come on, I was only trying to do the guy a favour. He bought it, didn't he?" Peter was downright peeved by now. Sangamon needed to leave this place and take his confounded logic and reason with him.
"What's wrong with the twin thing? I like the twin thing. I'd believe it." Peter shrugged. "Okay, maybe not, because for it to be a boy and a girl combo the only option would be dizygotic twins, and so they would just look like a regular brother and sister rather than anything identical. But not many people think about that. Or know it. And we can pass it off as that odd time when siblings really are impossible to tell apart. Why would anyone question it in the first place?"
Augh. Just. Whatever. Peter's face found a new home in his hand. "You know what, dude? I'm really sick of talking about myself. There is no happiness here. Can we scrap this topic? What is your life like? You've...read about me in some capacity, and I know nil about you. What's fair about that?"
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Was he offended on his behalf, or Jessica's? Because if Sangamon was implying that she was mannish then he was off the hook. In a fashion. They were identical in the face, true, but she had boobs (sorta). And hips (if you squinted). And Peter himself had a manly...strapping frame. Nothing girly about him. Surely no one would ever mix the two up. Even if Jessica got a hair cut.
Peter took an errant wisp of bangs between his thumb and forefinger, examining the length compared to his brow. Maybe he should get one. Just in case.
His nose wrinkled in response to the glue about the same time as the man beside him started tearing up. Now they wore matching stinkfaces. Peter's, however, was at least half genuine, seeing as how his many efforts at retaining the institute's collective insanity were the day's featured laughing stock yet again. "Well - come on, I was only trying to do the guy a favour. He bought it, didn't he?" Peter was downright peeved by now. Sangamon needed to leave this place and take his confounded logic and reason with him.
"What's wrong with the twin thing? I like the twin thing. I'd believe it." Peter shrugged. "Okay, maybe not, because for it to be a boy and a girl combo the only option would be dizygotic twins, and so they would just look like a regular brother and sister rather than anything identical. But not many people think about that. Or know it. And we can pass it off as that odd time when siblings really are impossible to tell apart. Why would anyone question it in the first place?"
Augh. Just. Whatever. Peter's face found a new home in his hand. "You know what, dude? I'm really sick of talking about myself. There is no happiness here. Can we scrap this topic? What is your life like? You've...read about me in some capacity, and I know nil about you. What's fair about that?"