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Fourth Floor Common Room | Saturday Morning | 6/26/2010
Peter was deliberately trying to ignore the fact that he seemed to be plastic. He didn't want to deal with that.
It was, however, making sipping his coffee a problem. As he sat in the common room, Dirty Jobs on the TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to accidentally melt something.
That would be terrifying.
He was avoiding thinking of a lot of things, right now. There was only so much the sane human mind could deal with.
[ooc: Open like an open thing.]
It was, however, making sipping his coffee a problem. As he sat in the common room, Dirty Jobs on the TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to accidentally melt something.
That would be terrifying.
He was avoiding thinking of a lot of things, right now. There was only so much the sane human mind could deal with.
[ooc: Open like an open thing.]

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"I was looking for Death, , and then...I decided to stay? Can't really leave?" She didn't want to leave anyway, she was having fun. "It's kinda fun~"
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"I can't particularly argue with that," he said. "Most because I don't understand it all. But okay."
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She shrugged again. "Humans aren't supposed to understand. They would go crazy...my people." She then waved a hand in the air, making several cards appear. "Hadn't you seen it before?" Like, when they first met?
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"You really are interesting."
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He hoped.
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"I could, yes, showyshow...but not right now." She nodded. "Later, if you want, you'll see. You'll see? If you want."
Big, creepy smirk. ""