Room 313, Late late Saturday night
The past few weeks had been eventful for Peter. He had a really good weekend a couple weekends ago involving news of Zero's impending return, a good breakfast, and conversations with Dawn and Molly that eventually lead to an investigation on the roof to see if he had caused Millionaire Puppies to live there.
Then there was more social time which lead to him making a contact if he ever needed help with supernatural stuff. That offer was probably more beneficial to him than working with Dr. Strange in the future. That guy creeped Peter out to no end.
He spent the Fourth lounging on the beach and later that week had not performed in the talent show, really.
Then last weekend, Zero came back. He had no clue he could be so appreciative of a clerical error.
Last Sunday, interviewed Doctor Reid for the paper (he was very happy with how that article turned out, too) and was taken out to a ball game, and returned to his Stickbug brothers. And a couple days later? Rock juggling around the campfire and mud fun.
There was also some quality time with Zero sprinkled throughout the week. And podracers. Which had nothing to do with Zero.
And then today... well, yesterday, technically... there was another detention for no reason and a lot of silence.
Finally, Zero freaked out a little due to her sister being in labor and apparently demons stealing everyone's voices. He was going to go out and help anyone who needed helping, but she needed him more. And he probably would have gotten into a lot of trouble had he gone anywhere. Still, he couldn't help but feel that he should have been out there. When he had his voice back, he was going to have to talk to Aunt May and arrange a trip back home before the fall semester. In New York he could get out and do the hero thing without any complications. He needed to there. Maybe there wasn't a need for him in that role here. He wasn't sure. But he knew how much he needed that role for himself.
That thought wasn't helping him get to sleep, though.
[OOC: This post brought to you by the phrases "I haven't done a linkdrop in how long?" and "I can't get to sleep!" Not open to interaction.]
Then there was more social time which lead to him making a contact if he ever needed help with supernatural stuff. That offer was probably more beneficial to him than working with Dr. Strange in the future. That guy creeped Peter out to no end.
He spent the Fourth lounging on the beach and later that week had not performed in the talent show, really.
Then last weekend, Zero came back. He had no clue he could be so appreciative of a clerical error.
Last Sunday, interviewed Doctor Reid for the paper (he was very happy with how that article turned out, too) and was taken out to a ball game, and returned to his Stickbug brothers. And a couple days later? Rock juggling around the campfire and mud fun.
There was also some quality time with Zero sprinkled throughout the week. And podracers. Which had nothing to do with Zero.
And then today... well, yesterday, technically... there was another detention for no reason and a lot of silence.
Finally, Zero freaked out a little due to her sister being in labor and apparently demons stealing everyone's voices. He was going to go out and help anyone who needed helping, but she needed him more. And he probably would have gotten into a lot of trouble had he gone anywhere. Still, he couldn't help but feel that he should have been out there. When he had his voice back, he was going to have to talk to Aunt May and arrange a trip back home before the fall semester. In New York he could get out and do the hero thing without any complications. He needed to there. Maybe there wasn't a need for him in that role here. He wasn't sure. But he knew how much he needed that role for himself.
That thought wasn't helping him get to sleep, though.
[OOC: This post brought to you by the phrases "I haven't done a linkdrop in how long?" and "I can't get to sleep!" Not open to interaction.]