"Damn, you're not? All this time, bro, I was gonna teach you fetch any day now." Badou looked appropriately torn up by this startling revelation. He was probably gonna get punched sooner or later, but he preferred having Peter look like a pissed off cat than a kicked puppy any day. The puppy eyes were a weakness. That shit needed to stop.

"You should see the lawnmower," He added, shrugging lightly. The scratches weren't a big deal really, all things considered. It wasn't like he'd been all that pretty to begin with. "It's just a scratch, anyway. Maybe I'll have some badass scars. Try not to be too jealous, alright?" He folded his arms, tucking his hands into the crooks of his elbows to ward off the cold.

"So what's going on?" He asked, still casual, though there might have been a trace of concern in it. Giving Peter a hard time was one of his favorite hobbies and all, but that wasn't because he didn't like the kid. It was kinda the opposite to be honest. "You come running over because you miss me so much?"