Some Hideout... Somewhere on Fandom, Monday Morning
So Sunday had gone roughly like this:
Seethe. Seethe. Seethe. Quick thi-- "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! ... Topher, you idiot!"
And then silence.
That had been at least twelve hours ago by now, though, and to say that Peter was feeling a little cranky about being tied to this chair for twelve hours a week after he was supposed to return to Haiti for some important briefings... would be understating things wildly.
"I swear to God, Topher, next time I see you, I'm going to wring your stupid little neck."
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Seethe. Seethe. Seethe. Quick thi-- "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! ... Topher, you idiot!"
And then silence.
That had been at least twelve hours ago by now, though, and to say that Peter was feeling a little cranky about being tied to this chair for twelve hours a week after he was supposed to return to Haiti for some important briefings... would be understating things wildly.
"I swear to God, Topher, next time I see you, I'm going to wring your stupid little neck."
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