[TFW you don't know why you typed a particular phrase but you did it, it's out there and it exists in the world now. Peter actually gets a laugh out of his own awkwardness that helps to alleviate a bit of the tension in him. Funny how a laugh can crack an awkward shell. He's still trying to figure out what other feelings he's feeling, struggling to identify which ones he can pin to dining with Odin's friends and family - there's not as much dread as he would've thought. He's just blank. This is fine.
A little while later he sends Lucina a quick on my way and packs Rooty up to take a ride over to the Clocktower, cruising in his station wagon so doggy vomit's not part of his outfit today. It also helps for his drop in at a shop or two along the way, picking up contributions to dinner in the form of some to-go style lasagna and some soft pretzels. Yeah, it's a weird mix but you're looking at P-Dog Maximoff here. This is what you get.
He'll head up feeling exceptionally weird for a guy who knows the person he's usually here to see won't be at the door when he knocks on it, reason enough to have a moment of pause before he bumps his knuckles on the door, rings a buzzer or just simply lets Rooty bark to declare their arrival. Odin's not here. That's so fucking weird.]
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[TFW you don't know why you typed a particular phrase but you did it, it's out there and it exists in the world now. Peter actually gets a laugh out of his own awkwardness that helps to alleviate a bit of the tension in him. Funny how a laugh can crack an awkward shell. He's still trying to figure out what other feelings he's feeling, struggling to identify which ones he can pin to dining with Odin's friends and family - there's not as much dread as he would've thought. He's just blank. This is fine.
A little while later he sends Lucina a quick on my way and packs Rooty up to take a ride over to the Clocktower, cruising in his station wagon so doggy vomit's not part of his outfit today. It also helps for his drop in at a shop or two along the way, picking up contributions to dinner in the form of some to-go style lasagna and some soft pretzels. Yeah, it's a weird mix but you're looking at P-Dog Maximoff here. This is what you get.
He'll head up feeling exceptionally weird for a guy who knows the person he's usually here to see won't be at the door when he knocks on it, reason enough to have a moment of pause before he bumps his knuckles on the door, rings a buzzer or just simply lets Rooty bark to declare their arrival. Odin's not here. That's so fucking weird.]