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Note: If you plan to crit me on Peter's icons, I would like to say that I am very well aware (and completely bothered by them) that they're not very good. I did the best I could with the material I had. So please do not crit me about his icons unless you can provide me ( Read more... )

[Who's bad? I'm bad! Oh yeah oh yeah. I'm bad.

Peter's been singing this all day. Guess who finally found a combination of his Father's formula that worked?]

Max! Max, you've gotta see this.

[Come geek out with him, Max! This is the best he's sounded in...ages.]

[Peter's capybara is the one who knocked over the communicator, in case you're curious. When it switches on, it catches the tail end of his capybara making a desperate frightened noise and Peter colliding with the floor.]

Ow.

I think I broke something.

[Hey look who finally decided to show his face. Or something.]

[Locked to Max]

I'm sorry.

[Comm switches on. Normal cheerful Peter is gone.]

What are those statues? I want answers. Now.

[That woman outside is crying. What in the world has he done?]

So

who wants to teach me to sew?

[Peter sounds bored.]

The rain stopped. How exciting. And to think I'm missing my finals for this.

[So this is definitely not Aunt May's house. This was definitely not New York. So where was here? Peter took the time to examine his surroundings. He played with the controls of the room. He studied the various rooms that came up with each rotation and once he deemed there was nothing here that would kill him, he ventured into the bedroom and ( Read more... )