[isaac is a lot stronger than peter on a good day, and today is a pretty shit day. he hasn't really eaten and he's wrung out from crying, so when isaac pushes he ends up hitting the wall, although he's curled enough that it's just his legs and back. other than a huh noise as he loses some air, he doesn't react with anything more than an eyeroll.]
[He moves to sit up because, gr, enough roughhousing. It's difficult, sometimes, to parse that Peter might smell similar to one of them, but he's not as strong as Erica or Boyd- not in this form anyway.]
[he waves a hand before he rolls away from the wall a bit, but it's not really as dismissive as it could be. after all, he's moving right back toward isaac again. he's been through the change so many times recently that regular hurts don't mean what they used to and little ones barely mean anything at all.
he does, however, shove his feet under isaac's thigh, because the other werewolf is significantly warmer than he is.]
[Isaac lets out a sharp gasp at the sudden cold feet under him, and he jumps up off of the bed with a huff, gathering up the blanket in one arm and throwing it at the other wolf's head.]
[it hits peter in the face with a whump, and for a moment he's still. then he takes the blanket and burritos himself in it, scowling from under the hem with pretty obviously faux petulance. then he tries to bury his face even more, but it's pretty damn obvious when his shoulders start shaking that he's laughing, even if it's those sort of half-hysterical uncontrollable giggles.]
[peter doesn't argue, partially because he's still giggling and partially because he's temporarily fascinated by this sudden bout of mothering. the fact that it's hidden beneath a glare and a bit of a snit doesn't change what it is.
he's also wondering how isaac is going to tell their socks apart, because peter's pretty sure they all got shoved into one drawer. and, you know. whether there's really a difference.
[that's better, really. it'd be weird if he was. peter reaches a hand out from within the burrito to snatch the socks, wiggling around beneath the blanket to put them on. one of them is stretched to fit a foot slightly bigger than peter's, the other is probably his own. it doesn't really matter.]
[the jerky hits and bounces on the mattress and peter decides it's worth unburritoing to get it. he eats carefully, though, like he's not really hungry. grief tends to put him off his feed. but isaac isn't wrong that he needs to eat. the wolf isn't going to grieve like the boy does. so he eats.]
Got tired of worrying about eating every time something or someone decides to make it an adventure to get to the kitchen.
[he finishes the piece of jerky he's eating, closes the bag carefully and tucks it back under the bed. then he relinquishes half of the blanket and half of the pillow, since he's already on his side of the bed.]
[Isaac finds himself sighing when Peter indicates that they should lie down and flops down onto the bed, tugging half the blanket over him- still grumbling slightly about how it's barely midday, but. They could both probably use the rest.]
[every other time isaac has gotten into bed with peter, peter's rolled over, so that they were lying back to back. this time he doesn't. it's still a far cry from anything even resembling a snuggle, just the light press of peter's forearms to isaac's back instead of lying spine-to-spine. it takes much longer than usual for him to fall into an uneasy sleep full of uneasy dreams, but once he does he won't stir if isaac gets out of bed again.]
[Isaac notices the change, but he doesn't comment on it yet, preferring to stay quiet as Peter's arms press against his back. He doesn't really move, doesn't speak- Isaac isn't used to staying quiet, isn't used to listening, but the sound of Peter's breathing is slowly lulling him into a dizzy sense of consciousness, where he's quite sleeping, but too hazy to be focused and awake.
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freezerburned) wrote2012-08-21 10:00 pm
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Not my fault.
[yes it is, peter, you haven't eaten.]
Your feet are usually freezing.
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[He moves to sit up because, gr, enough roughhousing. It's difficult, sometimes, to parse that Peter might smell similar to one of them, but he's not as strong as Erica or Boyd- not in this form anyway.]
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[he waves a hand before he rolls away from the wall a bit, but it's not really as dismissive as it could be. after all, he's moving right back toward isaac again. he's been through the change so many times recently that regular hurts don't mean what they used to and little ones barely mean anything at all.
he does, however, shove his feet under isaac's thigh, because the other werewolf is significantly warmer than he is.]
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You jumped like a splashed cat.
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[Huffy, as he strides for the dresser and starts opening various drawers.]
You should put socks on too.
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he's also wondering how isaac is going to tell their socks apart, because peter's pretty sure they all got shoved into one drawer. and, you know. whether there's really a difference.
the wondering makes him stop giggling, at least.]
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Have you eaten?
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...don't remember. So probably not.
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You only eat the natural stuff, right? Fruits and crap.
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There's a stash under the bed.
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[Judging you so hard rn.]
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[He laughs, before starting to rummage- finding it by scent and tugging the jerky out from under the bed, tossing them toward Peter a moment later.]
There you go.
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Got tired of worrying about eating every time something or someone decides to make it an adventure to get to the kitchen.
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[Isaac nods, moving to sit on the edge of the bed again. Though, on second thought-]
Do you- I mean, are you okay? You need to be alone or anything?
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Okay, no. Wanting to be alone, also no.
[that is not a small admission, not at all.]
Done talking about her, though.
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[So, he stays there- though not really knowing what he can do is sort of depressing.]
Is there anything to talk about that won't piss either one of us off?
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Movies, maybe? Comics? Otherwise...probably not.
[he grimaces, sighs.]
You don't need to do anything. Breathing is enough.
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[He just nods.]
I can do breathing.
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[he finishes the piece of jerky he's eating, closes the bag carefully and tucks it back under the bed. then he relinquishes half of the blanket and half of the pillow, since he's already on his side of the bed.]
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[every other time isaac has gotten into bed with peter, peter's rolled over, so that they were lying back to back. this time he doesn't. it's still a far cry from anything even resembling a snuggle, just the light press of peter's forearms to isaac's back instead of lying spine-to-spine. it takes much longer than usual for him to fall into an uneasy sleep full of uneasy dreams, but once he does he won't stir if isaac gets out of bed again.]
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They stay like that for a long time.]