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Peter's slumped over in a corner booth, face buried in his folded arms. He's fast asleep, and snoring faintly.

Somebody didn't have enough coffee this morning.

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:D! Peter! Puck likes Peter.

He likes him enough to invisibly apply love-in-idleness to his eyes, anyway.






And Iiiiiiiiiiiii
Will always love youuuuuuuuuuuuu ...

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Peter stirs, eyelids twitching, and mumbles something in his sleep.

It sounds a lot like, Don' wanna explode.

But he doesn't wake up.

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Puck siiiiiighs.

Normally, he'd be content to wait until Peter woke up on his own, but he's done that a few times already and instant gratification is more fun.

Therefore, Peter receives an invisible jab to the ribs.

[un_fallen]

Raguel sees Peter frowning and wincing in his sleep. He's had enough nightmares to recognize one when he (thinks he) sees one.

"Hey, Peter?" he asks cautiously, putting one gentle hand on his shoulder.

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Peter looks up.

The expression on his face is one of sleepy indignation as he lifts his head; he was really enjoying that nap, and nobody enjoys getting jabbed in the ribs, and what kind of asshole does that, anyway?

But when his eyes land on Raguel, it softens into something else entirely.

"H-hi," he says, a little breathlessly, and tries to blink his bangs out of his eyes. (He is unsuccessful.) "I, um -- you -- what?"

[un_fallen]

"You were asleep," he says helpfully.

"Looked like you were having a bad dream or something." He shrugs.

"Anyway... if you're that tired, don't you want to find a more comfortable place for a nap?"

Not that Raguel is one to talk. He's been known to drift off standing in dimly-lit doorways.

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Peter just blinks dazedly up at him.

Raguel is an angel. He knows that -- has known that -- for a while, but he's never really thought about what that means. He's not even sure he really noticed before the, the inner radiance that shines out of Raguel's eyes, the grace and dignity in his bearing, the amazing buffness of his arms and shoulders -- do angels work out? Do angels have to work out? Is there a gym in Heaven? Except Raguel's membership would probably be suspended...

Eventually it occurs to him that Raguel sounded like he was asking a question.

"Uh -- sorry?"

[un_fallen]

Peter looks really out of it; that must have been one hell of a realistic dream.

"Upstairs," he says more slowly. "Rooms. Beds. You okay? You know where you are and everything? You look a little, um. Well, like you don't."

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There's a pause.

Obviously Raguel has recognized the depth and purity of their love, and he wants to take their relationships to the next level. A little quicker than Peter was expecting, but Peter should have expected perceptiveness from Raguel.

"Yeah, no," he says, "I just -- it's, it's good. To see you."

He's drifting in a shy and very obviously soppy smile.

[creator_raven]

Raven pokes him in the side.

Hard.

Hopefully he will look up, yes?

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"Nng."

Peter flails himself back into wakefulness. It's entirely possible that this includes whacking Raven in the nose.

[creator_raven]

Raven goes 'ow', and rubs her nose.

There is, perhaps, a little bit of blood.

Ew.

She kicks Peter in the shin.

Because she can.

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"Ow -- what the hell?"

Peter rubs his shin, and experiments with glaring the sleep out of his eyes. It's not as efficient as rubbing. "There are better ways to wake people up."

His righteous indignation would sound a lot more impressive if it wasn't slurred.

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face at him.

"Punching is also not so handy, I do not think. So."

She is not sulking.

Much.

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"You startled me," says Peter, intrigued by her tone. If she's sulking, then he's annoyed her, which is -- kind of satisfying, really. "Poking people when they're asleep can be startling."

He rubs his side.

"There's this saying about what goes around..."

[creator_raven]

Raven promptly punches him in the nose.

"You are still for saying that, perhaps?"

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"Ow!"

His hands fly to his nose.

Muffled: "Look, I dided mean do, okay?" He is sullen. "Ad you defiditely did."

[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

Yuna is very practiced, and very adept, with her ridiculously long sleeves. However, they aren't usually soaking wet.

Some people say you should be awakened every day by a slap in the face with a length of wet linen! Really!

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"Gnargh!" sputters Peter, now in two continuities. He jerks upright, sucking in a breath of air, and stares at Yuna through a flattered (and now slightly damp) mass of bang.

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Yuna's hands fly to her mouth in surprise and soggy regret. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Are you all right?"

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Peter's face is wet. He paws at it, distressed, and succeeds in moving the water around.

"What? Oh --"

Her sleeve. It was her sleeve. "No, that's, that's okay. You just startled me." A beat. "Are you okay?"

She's dripping.

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"I'm fine," she says. "Just--a little soggy." Her voice says, :D?

"I fell in a river."

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That's concerning.

"Why?" says Peter. "I mean, how?"

He looks around, as though expected to see a river lurking just behind his shoulder.

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"Um, well..." Yuna was going to avoid this!

"We were crossing the river, and this machina reached up out of the water and dragged me under. The person operating it was trying to kidnap me."

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"Oh." Peter's eyes widen. "That sucks."

He thinks this is a perfectly reasonable segue. Suck it, Crowley. "But you got away, right?"