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out_of_realm

[for peter]

Jul 16, 2009 20:13

It felt like days like this were rare, now. For once, the mid summer humidity peeled back to reveal a stunningly clear and pleasant evening and a sunset that was sending arms of color out across the sky. The girls had gone with Abby for dinner, and Mike and Neil were off at the Winchester and would be for most of the night. After training that ( Read more... )

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nevergrowsup July 27 2009, 17:05:14 UTC

Peter was wandering about the paths. This in itself was not unusual, indeed he spent hours every day ambling aimlessly (as is the wont of boys everywhere). No, what made this particular wander distinct was the thoughtful, pensive frown on his face.

His brow had the furrow of one contemplating the wonders of the universe. So caught up in this was he that it took him a moment to even notice Tom.

"Oh- Tom. Hi."

out_of_realm July 30 2009, 03:30:54 UTC

"Hey Peter," Tom said, looking up with a little grin, barefeet splayed in the soil and a faint grin on his lips. "Earth to Peter...you doing okay? You look like you're up in high orbit, kiddo."

nevergrowsup July 31 2009, 02:18:40 UTC

Now that someone had asked, Peter felt a million questions spilling out of him with each one desperate to be asked.For a moment, Peter just looked at Tom to determine not only whether Peter would be able to stand asking him the sort of questions that were on his mind, but also whether Tom would give him a straight answer.

It helped tremendously that Peter had never seen Tom with Wednesday's boobs.

"Um, you know how girls- not girls- um, ladies, they wear those things under their clothes. The...strappy things on their chests? Why do they wear them?"

out_of_realm July 31 2009, 04:04:15 UTC

So there were certain questions that Tom Hobbes had never had to ask, because around the age of ten or eleven, his father had sat him down on the bed with an anatomy book and a level tone and told him all sorts of things that had made his eyes as big as saucers and the rest he'd figured out on his own, high school locker rooms and parties.

The easy silence of the jungle suddenly seemed a lot less friendly. After a long pause, Tom coughed into his fist and blinked at Peter Pan.

Oh, god.

"Um...well...you see..." he said, swallowing hard, "Ladies...women...develop, ah, b-breasts, which they wear, um, bras to support and, um, you know, make them more comfortable."

He gave Peter a suspicious look. "Why - why do you ask?"

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