KALI ⌖ OPEN

[felidity]

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Comments

[for_italian_roast]

"The other bad part is I don't even know if I should feel old or chalk it up to differences between our universes." He pauses a beat. "It was a show in the 1980s about private investigator that lived in Hawaii whose main actor also had a fairly luxurious mustache."

[felidity]

"Well..." Wait for it. "I was born in 2001. So. It might be the time."

Crying because this is the first time she's mentioned, in Teleios, you know, the year she was born.

NEVER TELL DYLAN HE WILL LEAVE HER.

[for_italian_roast]

Peter blinks at her. "You're like twelve," he blurts, the record scratch that just happened in his brain probably actually audible across the room. He pauses a beat, pulling himself back together to add, "at least for me."

[felidity]

"I'm 24!" Which is still a baby. At least, comparatively. But because she is a baby, she visibly bristles.

[for_italian_roast]

"To me, you are literally twelve. Or you would have been if I'd known you back home." He shakes his head. "All of you make me feel old, just so you know."

[felidity]

"You're not old though?" She looks up at him like you and Dylan, I swear to god. "Old is like... at least eighty-seven."

[for_italian_roast]

Peter chuckles. "I appreciate that, believe me." And he does. He has days that he definitely feels how much older he is than so many of the people around him.