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Peter skulked up to the door of his home, looking around for any more suspicious noises before knocking on the door. He had got Wednesday and Wendy all sorted out safely, then came along back home. Even if Hobbes were there watching out for Eostre and the girls, it wasn't the same as watching out for them himself.
It hurt something fierce just to hold his sword, a sharp, throbbing pain that Peter wasn't used to. His arm and hands were all sticky with blood, but he was doing alright other than that. Boys were deceptively strong like that.
He leaned on the door for a moment, then slipped inside.
It hurt something fierce just to hold his sword, a sharp, throbbing pain that Peter wasn't used to. His arm and hands were all sticky with blood, but he was doing alright other than that. Boys were deceptively strong like that.
He leaned on the door for a moment, then slipped inside.