[He smiles a little bit before shifting his chair to butt right up against the side of the bed. Sits so he can wrap an arm around Peter and tug him against himself.]
Yeah. 'm here all afternoon and night, private showing just for you.
[Leo finally smiles a little more brightly at the kiss, keeping his face pressed into Peter's hair. Still not raising his voice.]
I was gonna ask if you wanted to keep where we were staying as an official office hours space or make it something else for the group and have a meeting room somewhere different.
Maybe a meeting room. [Peter muses as he lazily draws his fingers along Leo's arm.] After what happened today, people are probably going to be a little spooked.
We'll need to soothe frazzled nerves for a good while. Reassure everyone that things are fine, and we're fixing it.
[He resists his urge to nod given his spouse is leaned into him like this.] That would be a good idea. I'm not- official, but it could make people come by more willingly?
We can probably find a way to pay any actual licensed therapist in extra rations or something for the work? Since it'll be a lot to take on. [Whilst Peter essentially never asked for extra anything, but just wanted to help.]
[He sighs, some of the tension bleeding out of his posture holding Peter close.]
The only ones who'll know where we're staying now will be family. Just.. safety measures and all. ...But I think they're probably throwing those "flooded" sheets out. [He can't help the smirk as he says that.]
[That startles a little laugh out of Peter. He winces openly at the brief strain that brings to the wound. He sucks in a slow breath between his teeth.]
Thank god, the webbing dissolved while we were sleep, oh my god.
[Peter mentally files away the thought of finding more supplies to make up for the webbing. For now, he's just content against Leo. His favorite person. He's loose and languid as the ache from the bullet wound fades to something manageable.]
Hmm... Now there's a thought I'd rather not have Donnie try to prove and take away the fun.
[He rests his chin on Peter's head softly, thinking.] I think we'd probably have to drink a lot of it really fast to try and get ahead of the metabolism. And we'd probably feel it for... Iunno, a minute? Minute and a half? And then we'd taste it all over again.
Depends on how drunk we get for that full minute, I mean. Then reality just kinda comes crashing back down. Either way, I think we have a plan.
[Peter muses with a smile.] I mean... back in high school Ned and I kind of looked up alcohols you're supposed to start with, but, I felt too awkward watching the video since it was meant for people way older than we were. Ned talked about when we went on that summer trip we could maybe drink, but that felt too dishonest.
There were a lot of them, back when we googled it. [Not a real possibility anymore, but Peter side steps saying as much.] It felt really overwhelming.
[Peter presses a brief kiss against his husband's shoulder.] I wasn't too law abiding, jumping around in a lycra and spandex suit to stop crime was very illegal. I think you liked that criminal behavior I was up to.
If we go by the accords, no, extremely illegal. I was a horrible criminal all along. [Another kiss for Leo's shoulder, and then at the edge of his plastron.]
You just like gazing at my ass when I put the suit on. [Its a fond tease if anything.]
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Yeah. 'm here all afternoon and night, private showing just for you.
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Oh good, my favorite show is on. [Leo gets a lazy peck on the shoulder for his efforts.]
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[Leo finally smiles a little more brightly at the kiss, keeping his face pressed into Peter's hair. Still not raising his voice.]
I was gonna ask if you wanted to keep where we were staying as an official office hours space or make it something else for the group and have a meeting room somewhere different.
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[He focuses on that touch, the warmth in Peter's fingertips.]
Maybe a counseling office?
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[He resists his urge to nod given his spouse is leaned into him like this.] That would be a good idea. I'm not- official, but it could make people come by more willingly?
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[He sighs, some of the tension bleeding out of his posture holding Peter close.]
The only ones who'll know where we're staying now will be family. Just.. safety measures and all. ...But I think they're probably throwing those "flooded" sheets out. [He can't help the smirk as he says that.]
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Thank god, the webbing dissolved while we were sleep, oh my god.
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Right? Like, yeah no question why we were still asleep but I think we'd've gotten an earful if Don saw that.
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We'll just call that cartridge of web fluid lost in action, so we don't have to think about it again. Totally no web shenanigans here.
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[Leo is well and fully aware Donnie will listen to this recording at some later date. But can't do anything about it now but put that warning in.
He noses into Peter's hair with a sigh.]
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For now, it's just you and me.
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Sounds perfect. Just need some candles and server pouring us mimosas and we have a perfect date morning.
[Says local turtle who never had one. Shake that the face man never got a chance to get drunk before the Krang decided to destroy all good things.]
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You think either of us would feel alcohol? I always wondered. [Both of them were a little too well-behaved to drink under aged.]
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[He rests his chin on Peter's head softly, thinking.] I think we'd probably have to drink a lot of it really fast to try and get ahead of the metabolism. And we'd probably feel it for... Iunno, a minute? Minute and a half? And then we'd taste it all over again.
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So, in Vegas, we'd have to get a lot of shots. Follow it up with like something that actually tastes good but is potent...?
That or we just get a lot of those fancy cocktails. I think those really pack a punch and are good tasting?
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[But Leo closes his eyes enjoying this moment.]
I think hard liquor and then the cocktails.
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[Peter muses with a smile.] I mean... back in high school Ned and I kind of looked up alcohols you're supposed to start with, but, I felt too awkward watching the video since it was meant for people way older than we were. Ned talked about when we went on that summer trip we could maybe drink, but that felt too dishonest.
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[But there was Jupiter Jim stuff to look up that was more important.]
Why oh why do we have to be such good law abiding youngsters when we could've experimented things for science?
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[Peter presses a brief kiss against his husband's shoulder.] I wasn't too law abiding, jumping around in a lycra and spandex suit to stop crime was very illegal. I think you liked that criminal behavior I was up to.
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I did like what you were up to though. So glad you kept the suit.
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You just like gazing at my ass when I put the suit on. [Its a fond tease if anything.]
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[Leo gives Peter's waist a gentle squeeze, wary of the wound still.]
Yeah? So what if I do? It's a good view.
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