An Apartment in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti, Saturday Afternoon

[lockestheway]

If there was a picnic happening in Fandom, then Peter didn't know about it, nor did he care to. The last few weeks had been busy: busier, even, than the weeks that had come before them. He simply hadn't had the time to as much as think of the school, let alone the people in it

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[dollpocalypse]

In the weeks since Peter's departure, Topher had dealt through a variety of different ways, the most prominent of which included sublimating through video games. At first he had missed Peter a lot, and then... he'd missed him a bit less. Although his ability to entirely forget a past emotional attachment wasn't quite on Peter's level, he'd made some progress.

You know. Some.

If his return email came within minutes of his receiving Peter's, though, well, that was just him being prompt or something.

To: P. Wiggin

From: Topher Brink
Subj: Re: A Job For You

Yep. What do you need?

BTW, happy unnecessarily scorching hot picnic day.

[lockestheway]

To: Topher Brink
From: P. Wiggin

Subj: RE: Re: A Job For You

Enclosed are details on several S.E.A. gov't archives. Need transactions, movements, recent acquisitions.

It's that time of the year again? I'm sure it's lovely.

He didn't really care so much.

[dollpocalypse]

To: P. Wiggin

From: Topher Brink
Subj: RE: Re: A Job For You

Gross actually. Eggs frying on sidewalks, literally and all that. Raining sunscreen, etc. Good guess though.

Then some moddable number of minutes later, another email came through with the data Peter was looking for.

All yours.

Hush, Topher was very bored.

[lockestheway]

Well. That was fast. At least Topher was still useful.

To: Topher Brink
From: P. Wiggin

Subj: RE: Re: A Job For You

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Bring an umbrella outside then. If you're even planning to leave your room at this point.