( wow. a... well. he accepts the picture because it seems rude not to, but once he does, he's not sure what message she's sending with it. he goes from weary swagger in attempts to sell a horrible lie to uncertain embarrassment. he doesn't quite manage a thank you, instead putting the sketch on top of his obliterated book. yes, that perfectly disguises it looks like someone with a fist the size of a bowling ball tried to break through it. perfect. )
Look, she's... she's super wiley. You think dogs are hard on homework? Try a cat. Cats are crazy, man. She may be small but she's an animal. Like... more so than just being a cat implies. ( he's talking too much about the cat he doesn't actually have. Peter knows intensely little about cats, or even if they are crazy. he swallows, averts his eyes from her face, and is silent as he scrounges up what to say next.
he may be weird, yet even Peter can tell how much he's blowing this. Michelle hasn't said as much, but yeah, he's definitely blowing this. his blustering confidence deflates into genuine contrition, and that at least doesn't come off as achingly hollow. he is sorry he's late. he just can't really explain why. ) I'm sorry. I should have emailed you I was going to be late, I just... ( was fighting a mechanized rhino solider at the time. you know, like you do. he sighs, shaking his head and biting back what he can't say, trying to pull up something he can. ) I know you're stuck with me, so I promise I'll do whatever I can to make this painless. Scouts honor.
( he lifts a hand as if he's about to preform a pledge to prove it, before he shakes his head. ) Okay, no. I wasn't ever a boy scout. But like that. ( this is where he choses to be honest, apparently. )
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Look, she's... she's super wiley. You think dogs are hard on homework? Try a cat. Cats are crazy, man. She may be small but she's an animal. Like... more so than just being a cat implies. ( he's talking too much about the cat he doesn't actually have. Peter knows intensely little about cats, or even if they are crazy. he swallows, averts his eyes from her face, and is silent as he scrounges up what to say next.
he may be weird, yet even Peter can tell how much he's blowing this. Michelle hasn't said as much, but yeah, he's definitely blowing this. his blustering confidence deflates into genuine contrition, and that at least doesn't come off as achingly hollow. he is sorry he's late. he just can't really explain why. ) I'm sorry. I should have emailed you I was going to be late, I just... ( was fighting a mechanized rhino solider at the time. you know, like you do. he sighs, shaking his head and biting back what he can't say, trying to pull up something he can. ) I know you're stuck with me, so I promise I'll do whatever I can to make this painless. Scouts honor.
( he lifts a hand as if he's about to preform a pledge to prove it, before he shakes his head. ) Okay, no. I wasn't ever a boy scout. But like that. ( this is where he choses to be honest, apparently. )