...Okey dokey. With that tone she was obviously just a pulse short of being a zombie, but she had replied. Heck, he even got a joke out of it.
Or it was a polite suggestion that he haul his cheery ass somewhere else. He had difficulty telling the difference sometimes.
"This is Landel's. If anything it's the Fountain of Eternal Duck Itch and I'll spend the rest of my days bathing in vaseline." Peter sighed, turning his attention away from the aforementioned fountain and scanned the room -
Grell. Barely two pews away.
Crap, that meant he was within eavesdropping distance. Peter reined in the shock and forced his face into something that could pass as neutral, turning his attention elsewhere. Subterfuge was not his specialty, but it seemed that Grell hadn't noticed him yet. He could only hope the girl wasn't watching closely and brought up the momentary tick in his brow.
That also meant he couldn't use his real name here. Fine, okay, he could graduate from fake last names to fake first ones, too. So long as Giggles over here never talked about him with one of his other buddies, he was good. And really, without the costume? Peter was as unremarkable as they came. A bit of a blow to the ego, true, but it helped with the not getting murdered in your sleep thing.
"I'm Jonah," he said quietly (and hated himself for it). "You?"
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Or it was a polite suggestion that he haul his cheery ass somewhere else. He had difficulty telling the difference sometimes.
"This is Landel's. If anything it's the Fountain of Eternal Duck Itch and I'll spend the rest of my days bathing in vaseline." Peter sighed, turning his attention away from the aforementioned fountain and scanned the room -
Grell. Barely two pews away.
Crap, that meant he was within eavesdropping distance. Peter reined in the shock and forced his face into something that could pass as neutral, turning his attention elsewhere. Subterfuge was not his specialty, but it seemed that Grell hadn't noticed him yet. He could only hope the girl wasn't watching closely and brought up the momentary tick in his brow.
That also meant he couldn't use his real name here. Fine, okay, he could graduate from fake last names to fake first ones, too. So long as Giggles over here never talked about him with one of his other buddies, he was good. And really, without the costume? Peter was as unremarkable as they came. A bit of a blow to the ego, true, but it helped with the not getting murdered in your sleep thing.
"I'm Jonah," he said quietly (and hated himself for it). "You?"