Room 313, Late Sunday morning
Peter came back to his room after a morning out, carrying coffee and donuts in one arm. He then set that stuff down and wrote a very necessary e-mail.
( To Zero Hopeless-Savage )
( To Zero Hopeless-Savage )
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From: skank_zero@gmail.com
Subject: Whaddaya mean, 'try?'
YOU BROKE YOUR ARM? WHY ARE YOU EVEN TYPING? STOP DOING THAT. SQUALL. GO ELEVATE IT OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO.
I blame myself. I should never have left Fandom. The island is crazy and I left you there and now I just get to tear my hair out and bite my nails all summer and you BROKE YOUR ARM. GIANT SCORPION WTF?
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From: hooskspider@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Whaddaya mean, 'try?'
It's my left arm and it's in a cast and sling already. I'm perfectly fine sitting up and typing with my right hand.
And don't worry. You know as well as I do that while this insane stuff does happen, it's usually spread out a bit. And I'll let you know when we do get invasions so you can reserve all of your worrying for then. I promise. Nothing will happen to me without you knowing about it.
-P
In a slightly odd way, it was kind of nice to be loved like this.
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