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 ( Read more... )

Awakening in his bed, little Peter Bishop was instantly aware he was not alone in said bed.

"Monster! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

He was not always the most rational little boy. He even stumbled backwards and plomped backwards onto the floor with a thump. Please do not mind his dinosaur underoo-t shirt combo.

[ooc: Mainly for said person who was in the bed.]

After a rather pleasant Christmas home with his mother (though she seemed oddly clingy, this holiday), Peter was rather glad to be back in the land of the weird and the inexplicable. He left the door of the room open as he unpacked, completely unaware that he'd missed things like his... well, whatever Emma was, he'd missed her birthday ( Read more... )

Peter had given a few brief handwavey calls to let people know he was about to head out of town for the holiday. Right now, he was just packing up the few changes of clothing he'd need for trip. Again.

While he'd just been home for Thanksgiving, it was hardly like he could just not go back to Boston for Christmas ( Read more... )

Peter had given a few brief handwavey calls to let people know he was about to head out of town for the holiday. Right now, he was just packing up the few changes of clothing he'd need for trip. He hadn't seen his mom in too long, he admitted, so it'd be really good to see her. And, of course, the wonderfulness of trying to talk about school ( Read more... )