Peter mutters a soft, yet merry 'cheers' after their glasses cling. He too takes a slow sip of his drink, not too interested in getting more sloshed at the moment.
I doubt it but if it's of any consolation...I do notice you. [ There's an easy, flirtatious smile on Peter's lips. he can't help it sometimes. ] Even if you won't let me braid your hair.
[Of course John recognises the flirting for what it is, but it sounds nice regardless and it brings a twitch of a smile to his lips. He grins and nods.]
If braiding me hair's a euphemism for something love, I'm more open to the idea. [He's pretty sure it literally means them both being shitfaced while Peter tries to turn him into Heidi Constantine though and he can't say he's awfully interested in the prospect.]
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I doubt it but if it's of any consolation...I do notice you. [ There's an easy, flirtatious smile on Peter's lips. he can't help it sometimes. ] Even if you won't let me braid your hair.
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If braiding me hair's a euphemism for something love, I'm more open to the idea. [He's pretty sure it literally means them both being shitfaced while Peter tries to turn him into Heidi Constantine though and he can't say he's awfully interested in the prospect.]
There's not much of it to braid, mind.