From the Hallway into Room 318, Sunday Morning
Peter had reported on animal transformations often enough to know that they tended to end very inconveniently. So, when he'd woken up in Topher's room that morning feeling very, very strange, he knew there was only one possible thing he could do to avoid the ignominy of winding up naked in a room with Christopher fucking Brink: he made a run for it.
He almost made it, too.
So, sorry to anyone who might be walking the third floor halls early that morning: you'd catch sight of Peter's naked, blue-paint-spattered (and thanks to Ender's charming other half for that) ass speeding the last foot into his room and slamming the door shut behind him.
He'd open it again later. When his ego had recovered he'd gotten dressed.
[[ peter's last open post in fandom for the summer! have at. minor vacation-related sp. ]]
He almost made it, too.
So, sorry to anyone who might be walking the third floor halls early that morning: you'd catch sight of Peter's naked, blue-paint-spattered (and thanks to Ender's charming other half for that) ass speeding the last foot into his room and slamming the door shut behind him.
He'd open it again later. When his ego had recovered he'd gotten dressed.
[[ peter's last open post in fandom for the summer! have at. minor vacation-related sp. ]]