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[quickfingers]

[Peter can't seem to decide if he has an appetite or not, twisting oreos apart and just sort of stacking the cookie halves separate from the creme ones. His stomach feels all clenched up again and even though this feels familiar and he relates to it, he feels a bit sick. Like a cool tendril of something is crawling down his spine and making everything uncomfortable. He is uncomfortable.]

we'll sort it out after this. sounds like a cool challenge
i know we cant rly talk here much but
we can keep trying to text instead?
cuz i miss talking to you too man. a lot

[shadowglitter]

Yeah, for sure.
Besides, like.
I'll need your support. For the rest of this.

It's really weird to think I'm gonna be someone's boyfriend in a few weeks.
Off the market or whatever.
I've never been a boyfriend before? Not technically, at least.
You think I'll be okay at it?

1/

[quickfingers]

[Oh look, one of those long funny pauses.]

2/

[quickfingers]

yeah
they uh
will be lucky to have you

[shadowglitter]

[ zero hesitation in his reply. ]

OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDS SO FAKE

TIS IS WH Y YOU SAID WE'D BE A DISASTER

BECAUSE I FUCKING SUCK AT DATING AND YOU CAN SMELL IT A MILE AWAY

IM QUITTING THE SHOW

[quickfingers]

DiNt Sy ThaT

[shadowglitter]

THAT SH OW I S TOS OU NDED!!

[quickfingers]

is it in your contract tho that you have to pick someone?

just curious

[shadowglitter]

[ wheezing. wheezing. wheezing even as he's pushed down the hallway to where he needs to do an ad campaign for the show. w he e ze ]

Hng? Hngng?

Oh.

Yeah.
I gotta.
Or I'll lose my money and probably never work in this industry again.
I don't want that. I like being filthy rich.

[quickfingers]

oh. shit. well.
we'll make this work extra hard then, ok

[shadowglitter]

Yeah.

I mean, it's not like I have to actually date anyone.
Just, pick one.

But I'm really fucking lonely, man.
I don't wanna feel alone like this. Anymore.

[quickfingers]

remember the whole talk we just went through of how you need to find someone who wants you for you, like you want them for them and not settling even tho - you might wanna, or whatever? remember that? i remember that. and it's still applicable here. okay? okay.

don't rush things. let ith appen or not happen
it will work out. got it? okay.
cool.

[shadowglitter]

I knooow. I just meant,

Like, I hope it works out.
It'll suck if it gets down to the wire and I just have to pick someone I don't care about because I'm panicking?
I want the good stuff. Big ol' good tasty love.
That's all. Hnengh.

[quickfingers]

repeat after me: it will all work out

[shadowglitter]

It'll all work out.






If you're there.
And if the volcano doesn't erupt.

[quickfingers]

ill be there

and lmao thats
is it
real?
fuck

[shadowglitter]

It is as real as it is active.

I'm hoping it'll erupt for the finale.

[quickfingers]

okay, that'd be sick
preferably w/o us dying but yeah
sick

[shadowglitter]

I mean.

We'll come back.
I did make everyone sign that waiver. About the death.

[quickfingers]

slightly morbid turn but:
isn't that still kinda weird?
like it's not something i can ask people who have died about
but to be able to die and then come back, man
i kinda wonder what thats like

but anyway
ahem
i should let you keep filming?
is it cool if i hang in your room when im off?

[shadowglitter]

I mean, they're probably not our actual bodies, right?
I imagine when we die here we die for good.
And then we're remade by the nanites as clones with all of our memories and thoughts in tact.
Right?
Science! Hahaha.

Yeah, of course.
Hang wherever you want.
If someone tries to give you shit for it, send them my way?

1/

[quickfingers]

oh my god dont say that thats freaky

[shadowglitter]

waht if

we're all

clOne


Alr eAdy

/2

[quickfingers]

yeah, ok tho
ill chill in your room and like
hopefully we can hang out a bit

[shadowglitter]

Okay! DON'T FUCK IT UP

[ he's not sure what he's threatening peter to not fuck up, but the threat is established nevertheless.

he spends a few hours doing what he's supposed to do - wrap up interviews about the date(s) he's been on, different promo shots for commercials (he knows the value of a good angle, after looking at peter for so long lately, so he gets why they shoot him facing about ninety different directions even when all he's doing is staring forlornly out to sea) - and by early evening he's free for a little spare time. food won't be until later, so he can just pass out in his bedroom if he wants to.

unless peter is there, which he hopes he is. the sun is setting when odin heads back to his suite, and he fires off a message to see if his bro's there. ]

My room? My room? My room. Where are you?