[while he does seem to be ignoring isaac's displeasure at being held onto, he's also keeping his nose off isaac's skin, his breath warming the spot his nose had chilled.]
Before you spilled. About us.
[it's 100% obvious in his manner that peter finds this purely funny. possibly adorable.]
She did mention that she kinda tricked you though.
If only her boyfriend was a little less into monogamy. Really, rikonoro, does it sound like I'm blaming you?
[it's not like peter wouldn't be right there given the opportunity. he's got his sleeve rolled up a bit so it's not rubbing the tattoo on his wrist, which is hitting the flaking stage and lightly moisturized with olive oil.]
Yeah, sure. Steph teases me about you only slightly less often than she teases me about how I'm not actually allowed to kiss her. Tempest isn't quite as bad, but only because she knows I can fluster her.
[he hasn't actually thought about it before, and he makes a thoughtful little sound as his teeth close gently around isaac's earlobe and drag down it.]
If she was being smug, then yeah. They totally were. Damn.
[he chuckles. they were totally shipping it. shee-it.]
[he just barely doesn't overbalance when isaac shuffles backwards, one foot staggering back and arms squeezing around him for a moment as peter gets his feet properly under himself again]
Plenty patient. Just also greedy.
[he sounds suspiciously proud about it, considering.]
[The odd little graceless dance is making Isaac laugh, and he moves to pull Peter's hands away from him so that he can turn around and face him fully.]
I'm aware. [But hit thumb has olive oil on it from touching Peter's arm, and it takes him a moment to put two and two together.] How's your wrist?
[he holds it up for isaac to inspect, showing the underside of his wrist where his veins show through faintly beneath the golden circle of the moon. he never explained the coloring, the black outlines of the partial moons, the full moon colored gold and the new moon a deep purple that almost looks black.]
[Isaac nods, looking over it with a soft murmur of acknowledgement.]
You should have colored all of them. The middle ones look empty.
[RUDE, super rude, but apparently Isaac has to get his tattoos blowtorched on, so he feels like he has a right to be a little critical. Even if it is a really bitchin tattoo, let's be honest.]
[Isaac glances behind him, makes sure that the counter space is clear before grabbing onto the edge and popping himself up to sit on it, dangling his feet against their cupboards.]
[There's a pause, and Isaac tilts his head just slightly into the touch, looking toward Peter's palm. When the implication hits him, it's obvious- his eyes widen slightly, and they shift, dilating and changing from a bright blue to his werewolf yellow.
He doesn't have to say it- just stares toward Peter wordlessly, not entirely sure how he can even begin to respond to that.]
[there's a reason that peter made isaac 'guess', and it's because as much as it's a thing he doesn't mind isaac knowing--that he wants isaac to know, really--it's not something that's easy to say. how do you tell somebody that you put a symbol of them on your body? but when isaac's eyes change peter's smile goes from small to goofy, genuine and almost shy, and he nods.]
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Before you spilled. About us.
[it's 100% obvious in his manner that peter finds this purely funny. possibly adorable.]
She did mention that she kinda tricked you though.
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[The huff quickly turns into something that is definitely not a pout.
And then, just so Peter knows what he was up against-]
She said she wanted a threesome.
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[he gives a little amused hum and kisses isaac's neck again.]
She's wily like that.
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It was a possibility.
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[it's not like peter wouldn't be right there given the opportunity. he's got his sleeve rolled up a bit so it's not rubbing the tattoo on his wrist, which is hitting the flaking stage and lightly moisturized with olive oil.]
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[He sighs, finally relenting into the grasp and leaning back against the other man.]
Still, I didn't really mean to, it just sort of... slipped out.
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Not like I mind. It's not a secret. Just funny when they think they're teasing me about you.
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They tease you about me?
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[he seems to consider this pretty normal.]
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I remember them saying stuff about you, but- I guess I didn't realize it was teasing.
[A pause.]
Do you think they were waiting for us to come around? Steph seemed pretty smug when I told her. [Did they ship us Peter this is important.]
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If she was being smug, then yeah. They totally were. Damn.
[he chuckles. they were totally shipping it. shee-it.]
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-coffeepot is on.
[Meaning we can't just leave it.]
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[peter doesn't seem to think this is a problem. he can get his hands under isaac's shirt just fine standing in the kitchen.]
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[Isaac is laughing at suddenly being accosted and narrowly avoids stepping on Peter's foot when he shuffles backward a little at the attention.]
Impatient?
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Plenty patient. Just also greedy.
[he sounds suspiciously proud about it, considering.]
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I'm aware. [But hit thumb has olive oil on it from touching Peter's arm, and it takes him a moment to put two and two together.] How's your wrist?
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[he holds it up for isaac to inspect, showing the underside of his wrist where his veins show through faintly beneath the golden circle of the moon. he never explained the coloring, the black outlines of the partial moons, the full moon colored gold and the new moon a deep purple that almost looks black.]
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You should have colored all of them. The middle ones look empty.
[RUDE, super rude, but apparently Isaac has to get his tattoos blowtorched on, so he feels like he has a right to be a little critical. Even if it is a really bitchin tattoo, let's be honest.]
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They're supposed to be. I didn't get those two colored just to be pretty.
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[Isaac glances behind him, makes sure that the counter space is clear before grabbing onto the edge and popping himself up to sit on it, dangling his feet against their cupboards.]
Why, then?
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I don't know, Isaac, why would I possibly color the full moon yellow?
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[Is his professional diagnosis.]
You know, depending on the smog and stuff. You got a smoggy moon?
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Nope, try again.
[he reaches up and traces the line of isaac's eyebrow with his thumb, circling it down to run up his cheekbone toward his nose.]
Why would I have gotten a golden yellow full moon?
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He doesn't have to say it- just stares toward Peter wordlessly, not entirely sure how he can even begin to respond to that.]
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i am ashamed of how much supplemental canon i read
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