A Hospital on Haiti, Wednesday Fandom Time
Peter glared into his jello cup. The jello was garishly yellow and tasted like eating air-- soft, snail-like air. It was only one of the many ways in which being hospitalized really didn't work for him, and he was eager to do something to change that.
His eyes slid towards his laptop. Now if only certain parties would stop being completely unreasonable in their demands...
If you'd take one minute to remove your arrogant head from your rectum, Bean had written, you'd see that there's absolutely no way you can remain in Haiti and keep said head attached to any part of your body, butt or otherwise.
Somewhere, Peter knew he was right. He just really didn't want to leave Haiti - and leaving his position as a consultant was completely out of the question. He'd promised his help for longer than this, and, well, again: he really didn't want to.
So he'd have to find somewhere that was close, but safe. Somewhere people wouldn't choose to look. Somewhere where he could... surround himself with superpowered knuckleheads willing to throw a punch on his behalf... okay, finding those knuckleheads (barring maybe Natalie) might be a problem, but...
"Someone shoot me," he muttered, once he realized he'd already decided. "I think I just had a psychotic break."
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His eyes slid towards his laptop. Now if only certain parties would stop being completely unreasonable in their demands...
If you'd take one minute to remove your arrogant head from your rectum, Bean had written, you'd see that there's absolutely no way you can remain in Haiti and keep said head attached to any part of your body, butt or otherwise.
Somewhere, Peter knew he was right. He just really didn't want to leave Haiti - and leaving his position as a consultant was completely out of the question. He'd promised his help for longer than this, and, well, again: he really didn't want to.
So he'd have to find somewhere that was close, but safe. Somewhere people wouldn't choose to look. Somewhere where he could... surround himself with superpowered knuckleheads willing to throw a punch on his behalf... okay, finding those knuckleheads (barring maybe Natalie) might be a problem, but...
"Someone shoot me," he muttered, once he realized he'd already decided. "I think I just had a psychotic break."
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