The streets of Fandom, near the park, Friday evening

Jul 22, 2016 21:32

[Continues on from herePeter pulled hard, desperate for his own world or anywhere else, then stumbled and fell, catching himself on a cobblestone street. He lay there, casting just enough of a look around to recognize he was on Earth or someplace enough like it, and tried to still his head from spinning and make himself stand ( Read more... )

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myownface July 23 2016, 01:46:45 UTC
Sparkle had just been out for a smoke, dammit. He didn't get out much these days, he was still jumping at shadows, but this evening had seemed like a nice enough night. And if he was being at all honest with himself, he was outside trying to talk himself out of stepping off the island and making off with twice his body weight in cheese.

Which he might even get to yet.

But right now? Right now there was some guy appearing on the street out of fucking nowhere, and it was dark, but not too dark for Sparkle to catch the red as he fell to the ground.

He had enough time to swear and look around with wide eyes to make sure nothing was going to jump out and try to eat him, and by the time he was finished doing that, his feet were already slapping cobblestones below him, running to see if the person was at the very least still alive.

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

Clearly no, but he was more going for 'responsive,' here, anyway.

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2_old_for_this July 23 2016, 01:57:43 UTC
"Huh?" Peter blinked up at the guy there. Human, it looked like, and...well, he didn't look like he was dealing with anything worse than a strange, bloody guy showing up. So yeah, definitely not Hell or anything similar.

Oh, and he'd asked a question. Peter frowned, remembering it, then chuckled at the absurdity of it. "I've been better." He got his hands under him and started pushing himself off the street.

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myownface July 23 2016, 02:00:09 UTC
"No kidding," Sparkle replied, crouching down and offering the guy a hand - he'd notice just how pretty he was when he wasn't busy being concerned that he was about to just, like, die on the spot or something. "Take it easy, man. There's, like, a you-shaped smear on the street, here. You've clearly been through some shit."

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2_old_for_this July 23 2016, 02:06:21 UTC
"You could say that." Peter took that hand and staggered to his feet, nodding his thanks. "Where am I?"

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