"Not that long, honestly. I met a talking skeleton, like, a week before that. So."
It's probably rude to keep trotting out Sans as his go to answer for how weird the ship could be. But it usually got the best reactions so Peter just smiles and waits to see if Stiles would freak out.
"Weird is pretty relative around here. I mean, most people back home would find me really weird."
"Oh really?" Stiles is not at all smooth as his mind starts racing. Is he just an over-enthusiastic emo band fan or a werewolf or what? It could be anything.
"I'm not really... uh... So what makes you so weird?" He's just going to plow right through to real questions.
This is Peter's favorite part, an opening to show off just what made him different.
For a moment, Peter just stands there to make sure he's got Stile's attention. In the next, he's gone with nothing but displaced air to show for it. A few moments later, he's back, pulling his googles back down around his neck and waving around some food from the mess hall. He smiles, thumps Stiles on the shoulder.
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It's probably rude to keep trotting out Sans as his go to answer for how weird the ship could be. But it usually got the best reactions so Peter just smiles and waits to see if Stiles would freak out.
"Weird is pretty relative around here. I mean, most people back home would find me really weird."
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"I'm not really... uh... So what makes you so weird?" He's just going to plow right through to real questions.
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For a moment, Peter just stands there to make sure he's got Stile's attention. In the next, he's gone with nothing but displaced air to show for it. A few moments later, he's back, pulling his googles back down around his neck and waving around some food from the mess hall. He smiles, thumps Stiles on the shoulder.
"Get it?"