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[saturniapavonia]

 
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[velveteenwolf]

Okay! Fine. I'll pretend to be all law-abiding and shit. Regular boy scout.

[Peter grins, a lift of an eyebrow, managing to look like a trouble-maker even as he tries to affect innocence. He's a kid, clearly he can't get up to anything, right?]

Sounds great. So c'mon.

[Tug. Roman has legs that go on forever, but Peter has the exuberance of childhood.]

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[saturniapavonia]

Regular boy scouts don't say shit out loud.

[A pat upside the back of his head isn't bad enough to call a hit but jeez. Work with him here, Peter!]

All I'm saying is don't give anybody the chance to call bullshit. That's it.

[Shrug. Too cool Roman is actually looking forward to ice cream and games. The parlor is right up ahead.]

You do stuff like this when you were normally a kid?

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[velveteenwolf]

[Peter can't help laughing when Roman points out that he's far from any sort of boy scout. He doesn't even blink when he pats him upside the back of the head; Destiny would hit him harder in the shoulder sometimes when he was being a particular jerk, so he didn't think much of it. There was a line between playfully rough love and mistreatment, and the Rumanceks were always clearly on one side.]

Alright, I'll do my best.

[When the ice cream parlor is in sight, he's almost skipping in sheer excitement and trying to pull Roman along with him. They're so close!]

Well, yeah. Usually just with some kids from where ever we happened to be. Con people into giving us money, and spent it on sweets and in the arcade.

[That's totally the same thing.]