PSL || peter/odin

[shadowglitter]

JUST... JUST,, JUST TWO BROS -- JUST TWO, TWO BROS, BEING, BEING STRAIGHT

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[shadowglitter]

[ Odin is a fucking magic samurai with killer reflexes honed through a lifetime of war, yet still that kick hits him square in the thigh. He yelps, laughs and gently shoves Peter in one fluid motion, then hops up on the countertop to sit close to him, elbows brushing. He doesn't notice, until he starts hitting at Peter's arm to get him to move. ]

Yeah... I mean, I've overheard strangers calling me an idiot, so. It would be bizarre if people who had the proof of knowing me to backup their claims didn't do the same.

[ He shrugs. Briefly considers shouting "haha, boobs!" or something to make Peter choke while he's drinking, but ultimately decides not to. He takes the 2L when Peter's done with it and knocks back a mouthful from the same bottle. Indirect kiss through fucking faygo. ]

We should hang out. The four of us. Not, um - not today, because I want to spend today with you and you alone. But. Soon.

[quickfingers]

[Rather than move, Peter hands over the Faygo bottle and links their arms together. It's half passive aggression (don't fucking try to get him to move,) and half just impulse. He grabs another slice of pizza with his untangled hand, stuffing half of it in his face with a snort.

Once he, you know, elegantly swallows:] Yeah, we should go drop by later sometime. Totally unannounced, just to see what embarrassing shit they get up to when we're not around? We still have to do the gnome thing.

I have six boxes full of fucking gnomes, Odin. They're starting to freak me out.