[something's wrong. something's been wrong, but peter's pretty used to the low-level ache of disharmony in his groin (this planet is dying, it's out of sync, it's wrong), and he ignored the twinges for two days. but when something in his gut throbs, twists, he lets out a little oof and glares at the ceiling, as though heaven cares that he finally got the message.
it's a walk, from the apartment he shares with isaac to the one steph shares with saul and company, but peter's finally got appropriate clothes, so it's not an unpleasant one. he drags it out a bit, smokes one of the crackly cloved cigarettes that the romani men he's fallen in with seem to favor. he misses good, straight up tobacco.
he doesn't really want to do this. he seems to be doing it anyway.
the knock on the door is somewhat muted by his gloves, but it's audible enough.]
action; 12/15? i think. the day steph cracks.
it's a walk, from the apartment he shares with isaac to the one steph shares with saul and company, but peter's finally got appropriate clothes, so it's not an unpleasant one. he drags it out a bit, smokes one of the crackly cloved cigarettes that the romani men he's fallen in with seem to favor. he misses good, straight up tobacco.
he doesn't really want to do this. he seems to be doing it anyway.
the knock on the door is somewhat muted by his gloves, but it's audible enough.]