"Since when do you stop?" Peter threw his head back in a warm laugh. "Didn't you say you were, and I quote, 'A sex shark. If I stop moving, I die'."
"Nuh uh. I almost fell out the window last time," Peter shook his head, waggling a finger at Wade. "I prefer not dying, thank you." The gobsmacked expression was a little confusing, but Peter just patted Wade's cheek and moved to grab his shirt.
"Don't keep me waaaaaiting," Peter sang from the kitchen, muffled through the door. He started pulling the waffle iron and various ingredients out from their cabinets, including the Dora the Explorer mixing bowl - when they'd moved in together, Wade had assured Peter he had plates and bowls. This was what Peter got for believing him.
"Make sure you don't mind getting paint on that," Peter nodded to Wade's ensemble, mixing the waffle batter. "We have to paint the whole room black."
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"Nuh uh. I almost fell out the window last time," Peter shook his head, waggling a finger at Wade. "I prefer not dying, thank you." The gobsmacked expression was a little confusing, but Peter just patted Wade's cheek and moved to grab his shirt.
"Don't keep me waaaaaiting," Peter sang from the kitchen, muffled through the door. He started pulling the waffle iron and various ingredients out from their cabinets, including the Dora the Explorer mixing bowl - when they'd moved in together, Wade had assured Peter he had plates and bowls. This was what Peter got for believing him.
"Make sure you don't mind getting paint on that," Peter nodded to Wade's ensemble, mixing the waffle batter. "We have to paint the whole room black."