Like, okay, sure, the whole ren faire thing is kind of charming, he guesses, but mostly this whole— thing, this whole shitty situation, is starting to grate on his nerves. Peter’s used to garnering a few curious looks (Terrans happened to be a rarity and in some cases, a curiosity in a whole lot of places), so he doesn’t seem to notice the fact that his clothing, his speech, and his shitty, smartass attitude is drawing attention.
It certainly doesn’t help that Peter’s feeling pretty pissy right now, and that he’s exuding an aura that screams, fuck offffffff.
He’s moodily staring at some random market stall when he hears the shout, and a quick glance around draws his attention to the outraged squawks of people being shoved aside. He spots the culprit easily enough – some scrawny dude covered in dirt and rags carrying some bundle in his arms – and recognizes a thief when he sees one.
Maybe if he were in a better mood, Peter would feel some sense of solidarity or whatever, turning a blind eye to the whole mess. As it is, Peter glowers and thinks, Amateur, as he extends his leg.
The man loses his footing as he trips over Peter’s leg, falling head over heels into the dirt. He sprawls out on the ground, stunned, as Peter stands above him, hands in his pockets.
He shakes his head. ] Should’a found a side street, dude.
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Like, okay, sure, the whole ren faire thing is kind of charming, he guesses, but mostly this whole— thing, this whole shitty situation, is starting to grate on his nerves. Peter’s used to garnering a few curious looks (Terrans happened to be a rarity and in some cases, a curiosity in a whole lot of places), so he doesn’t seem to notice the fact that his clothing, his speech, and his shitty, smartass attitude is drawing attention.
It certainly doesn’t help that Peter’s feeling pretty pissy right now, and that he’s exuding an aura that screams, fuck offffffff.
He’s moodily staring at some random market stall when he hears the shout, and a quick glance around draws his attention to the outraged squawks of people being shoved aside. He spots the culprit easily enough – some scrawny dude covered in dirt and rags carrying some bundle in his arms – and recognizes a thief when he sees one.
Maybe if he were in a better mood, Peter would feel some sense of solidarity or whatever, turning a blind eye to the whole mess. As it is, Peter glowers and thinks, Amateur, as he extends his leg.
The man loses his footing as he trips over Peter’s leg, falling head over heels into the dirt. He sprawls out on the ground, stunned, as Peter stands above him, hands in his pockets.
He shakes his head. ] Should’a found a side street, dude.