May 09, 2012 17:04
[Hey, look, it's Peter. And he's finally gotten his pixie dust back from Te'ijal, so look! He's flying!]
[...Oh, no, wait. He's clearly trying to fly, but there's a look of struggle on his face. He's moving forward, for sure, but slowly descending as he does so. Peter grunts and cycles his legs and flaps his arms, clearly trying (and failing) to gain lift.]
[His feet touch the ground and he cries out in frustration, glancing up worriedly at where the pink shield used to be. He jumps up again but can only glide forward a short distance. Finally he forgoes flight all together, moving through the Western District at a dead run.]
[Finally he stops, painting. The camera focuses on his front, waist up, and he crosses his arms and forces a nonchalant expression. If you look closely, you might see him shaking a bit.]
I'm here!
I've grown tired of playing outside for now. I think it's about time I collect your present and finally see the inside of your house.
[It's impossible to see who he's speaking to, and before that person can answer, the feed cuts off.]
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