"Amen to that. They've got the best working Trauma-Go-Round this side of the Atlantic." He tried not to take the force of those words out on the dirt. Pat it gently, be kind to the little baby plants. They needed to be transferred to the little Pet Shop of Horrors safe and sound after all.
And it might have come a little belatedly, but Peter realized that that statement hadn't been followed with a pat on the back. Or something equally well meaning. Maybe it had been a good idea to roll on over to Harvey today after all. Now that he had simmered down some (a lot...) it was better to just let things slide. He could dwell on them later. In private. He didn't want to get the reputation as that weeping boy who is always crouching alone in the corner.
Might be a little late for that but it was nothing a little damage control couldn't fix.
"No idea, actually." Peter chewed his lip, frowning. "I haven't heard anything about it on the board. I don't really, have plans, but like..." The frown deepened and his brows drew tense creases above his nose. "I was thinking about tracking down some people I didn't catch today. Maybe see if they have anything new."
Sakura was one. He still had her monster notes. And there was also Claire and Jessica. He wasn't about to go throwing names aloud because he doubted Harvey give a single crap about who Peter was buddies with, but he needed a valid reason to take a breather tonight. Not that the basement and its lovely underground water feature weren't important, but he felt like...
Okay fine, he was being a coward. But just give him one more night, then he could come back to it. Just one. Pardon his terror sweats, but if what lay beyond the lake was the slightest bit like the Coliseum, Peter wasn't sure how much longer he could make himself go down there. There came a point where it all just seemed masochistic to try.
Peter made a face at the mention of their little ferry man. "Ugh. Beats me. Maybe he just wanted to mark us as human sacrifices for the giant ape that lives down there." And none of them looked quite enough like Fay Wray to get a pass from old King Kong, so they were obviously screwed. "It's starting to feel like boy scouts. We keep getting all kinds of badges and stickers for the crap they pull on us."
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And it might have come a little belatedly, but Peter realized that that statement hadn't been followed with a pat on the back. Or something equally well meaning. Maybe it had been a good idea to roll on over to Harvey today after all. Now that he had simmered down some (a lot...) it was better to just let things slide. He could dwell on them later. In private. He didn't want to get the reputation as that weeping boy who is always crouching alone in the corner.
Might be a little late for that but it was nothing a little damage control couldn't fix.
"No idea, actually." Peter chewed his lip, frowning. "I haven't heard anything about it on the board. I don't really, have plans, but like..."
The frown deepened and his brows drew tense creases above his nose. "I was thinking about tracking down some people I didn't catch today. Maybe see if they have anything new."
Sakura was one. He still had her monster notes. And there was also Claire and Jessica. He wasn't about to go throwing names aloud because he doubted Harvey give a single crap about who Peter was buddies with, but he needed a valid reason to take a breather tonight. Not that the basement and its lovely underground water feature weren't important, but he felt like...
Okay fine, he was being a coward. But just give him one more night, then he could come back to it. Just one. Pardon his terror sweats, but if what lay beyond the lake was the slightest bit like the Coliseum, Peter wasn't sure how much longer he could make himself go down there. There came a point where it all just seemed masochistic to try.
Peter made a face at the mention of their little ferry man. "Ugh. Beats me. Maybe he just wanted to mark us as human sacrifices for the giant ape that lives down there." And none of them looked quite enough like Fay Wray to get a pass from old King Kong, so they were obviously screwed. "It's starting to feel like boy scouts. We keep getting all kinds of badges and stickers for the crap they pull on us."