[Grumbling, under his breath] I can't believe I decided to- oh bother this!
[There are a few sniffles- although he'll vehemently deny that later on, and a noise as Ed wipes his eyes and blinks a lot- but the darned tears just won't stop! Perhaps he cut too many onions?]Lucy, Susan- Pete and Caspian too, if you'd like
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Onions certainly hurt, that much he knows now.
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"I'm having trouble."
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He crosses his arms, scowl becoming a mild frown.
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"There you go."
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"See, that's not such a-----mff...!?" Peter Pevensie doesn't get to finish his sentence because a certain someone has so rudely and recently stuffed his mouth full of something...and it's something, a similarly rude hand holding to his mouth to keep it in, that doesn't really taste like much and then it has sort of a tang, or a bite to it...and then it's something Peter doesn't rightly have the words for but it does cause his eyes to begin to water at an alarming rate.
Ah. And then there was understanding.
Oh and then there was the fiercest glare through pepper-induced tears that ever did fierce or glaring or whatever else like it. Honestly.
Was. That. Necessary?
Careful of that hand lest it get bitten off, Telmarine.
He moves to push the hand away, his own locking around that wrist and working to force it back. Eyes watering. Task done.
Get. Out.
(You idiot.)
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"I suggest you run." he calls, standing back and watching this little scene unfold, highly amused.
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Caspian appears quite pleased with himself in spite of that glare, until that hand locks around his.
"Oh."
Well damn. Brown eyes glance to the Just, help? Glad that amused you nonetheless, but that's not the kind of help he needs! So the Telmarine tries to twist out of Peter's grasp like a hare, to execute an escape as fast as one too.
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Peter notes Edmund's words and is glad that his brother at least is wise to what is going on, unlike silly Caspian X with his ill thought out plan of a hot pepper and a surprise attack. Seriously. Seriously. Seriously. When the Telmarine twists out of his hold he scowls again and takes off after him, high pace thanks.
"Ed, bring whatever onions you have left!" he calls over his shoulder. Likely, they'll catch up, and most definitely he will return this most unasked for favor.
You started this Caspian X. Remember that.
Oh and Ed? Don't suppose you've any peppers as well? No, that would be too lucky.
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He has onions. He has a bushel of them, and Aslan, do they smell. Good thing he left the windows of his room open.
Edmund grabs the onions- and what's this? A fallen pepper? Why thank you, Caspian- and heads towards the two of them.
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"I was trying to help!"
Oh bother, the study. Maybe if he shuts the door fast enough he can hide in here over night.
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"Yes, and you looked very pleased about it," Peter says but only as he catches up in time to slip through the door and seize both wrists in his hands, forcing the brunette to step backward, likely.
"It's only fair you let us return the favor," he adds, all too calmly, and he then turns over his shoulder to make sure Edmund did indeed follow, onions and stray pepper in tow.
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Think of this as the only time you will probably ever see Peter Pevensie cry.
"I've got them." he says, holding up the stray pepper and the onions in another hand.
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He steps back now that both hands are caught.
"No thank you," says the brunette, quick and clearly dreading what comes next.
If he must endure this, there's at least one request he can make that his friends would surely grant, right?
"Not my hair."
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