his hands move as he speaks, telling the story in two languages before ending with a warm laugh. he could feel his chest go up and down - it feels . . happy. he feels happy. “ . . yeah, because he would've burned down their house, probably. - where's that pizza? ”

draws a little e-girl heart under her eye.

oh - he knows that feeling. he's afraid that he has failed - he might already be in love. he nods, smiling. “ yeah, sounds good. ”

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he's just walking around this mysterious town, trying to find someone. so when he sees the reader, he steps forward and asks; “ hi — so sorry, where am i? ”

blinks. blinks again. oh /no/. that is horrible. but he was just in new york — no. more important question. “ . . . what year is it? ”

— INTERACTION CALL ! - like for a random banter starter. - rt to spread the word :) (#strangerthingsrp #peterparkerau)

ITS 1986 ??????????

peter just stands there. oh, he fucked up. big time. but he also time travelled, which is cool! but he's more worried about how he's gonna get back. and he looks like he might be about to faint. “ right. yeah. of course — no, i'm good. ” oh /no/.

// spare some friendship and possibly hawkins residents trying to fight a spider dude from the future? 👉🏼👈🏼

peter was just walking around hawkins in the middle of the night, clearly searching for /something/. just not sure what. when he finally sees someone, 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 🔪, he waves and walks over. “ hey! weird question, what year is it? ”

“ just wondering. ” he answered, clearly looking stressed. this is /not/ ideal.

“ oh, no — no. great year. ” nervous chuckle. “ i'm peter, by the way. ”

he's sitting on top of a light post. just . . sitting. staring at the empty street.