Room 323, Wednesday Afternoon
Peter Bishop was packing. Packing everything in his room up and getting it ready to ship either back to his mother, or go with him.
He wasn't waiting for graduation, waiting for some heart-to-heart with Emma about what happened. No, he was taking the easy way out. He was just going to leave.
So with his door firmly shut, he went about getting these last few things done. His arm still felt a little sore, but he could hardly believe it wasn't still broken. But he didn't dwell on it.
It was time to leave all this fantasy and sci-fi behind. He was going back to his universe, and he'd not have to worry about any of this again.
Oh, what little he knew.
[ooc: Peter's actual last post in Fandom as a student. He is actually skipping out on the grad ceremony. He has told no one, but post is open for interaction.]
He wasn't waiting for graduation, waiting for some heart-to-heart with Emma about what happened. No, he was taking the easy way out. He was just going to leave.
So with his door firmly shut, he went about getting these last few things done. His arm still felt a little sore, but he could hardly believe it wasn't still broken. But he didn't dwell on it.
It was time to leave all this fantasy and sci-fi behind. He was going back to his universe, and he'd not have to worry about any of this again.
Oh, what little he knew.
[ooc: Peter's actual last post in Fandom as a student. He is actually skipping out on the grad ceremony. He has told no one, but post is open for interaction.]