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When; Feb 14th, Lust Day, 1:34 PM
Rating; um...who knows at this point, really.
Characters; Hook ironhook, Pan all_butone, Smee b_q_smee, and Tink one_atatime
Summary; Lust Day. Add Peter and Tink sneaking on the Jolly Roger, and you've got 'nuff said right there.
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He had felt a little funny since waking up this morning, but really hadn't paid too much attention to it. In fact, he had done what he had always done when he had headaches or colds or was feeling oddly; he just shoved it away and cooked something.

So, that was precicely what he was doing. Bartholemew Quigley Smeethington was cooking. He was cooking lunch, in fact, and lunch happened to be chicken fettichini. He placed the lid back onto the pot holding the noodles and turned down the heat just slightly before he opened up another pot with sauce in it and stired that a couple times, before replacing the top on that one as well.

Once that task was finished he stepped back, straightening his pink apron in an old nervous habit, and barily suppressed the urge to pace. He pulled off his stripped hat and fanned himself with it for a moment, brow creasing in confusion. Was it hot in here or was it just him?

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The change of tone didn't escape his attention, but it wasn't striking enough to pursue. Instead, Peter stretched once more, sidling up next to the man and leaning against him with a soft sigh. "Oh the cupcakes? Perfect as always~! I bet I could have eaten them all myself." Eyes fell closed as he relaxed, but the faintest of smiles played on his lips.

"But I couldn't warn you you know. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a surprise. Don't you like surprises Smee?"

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Smee blinked as the boy siddled up and leaned against him with a small sigh. Well, this was...new? He mentally shruged. Today was weird. He had no idea whatsoever of what was going on. He reached up and ruffled the boy's hair gently.

He did chuckle, however, at Peter's comment about the cupcakes. "There is n-n-n-no doubt in m-m-m-my m-m-mind you w-w-would've b-b-been able t-t-t-to. H-However, th-that w-w-would've m-m-made you s-s-s-sick."

Smee blinked, however at the next question. He 'hmm'ed in the back of his throat for a second in thought, before he replied. "I sup-p-p-poses surp-p-prises aren't th-that b-b-bad, unl-l-less th-they s-s-startle you t-t-t-too much."

However, fairly quickly, the smile was back on his face, more relaxed this time. His parenting side was kicking in a bit, and he felt more comfortable now, and was beginning to relax. "D-d-d-does the cons-s-sumption of all th-th-those c-c-cupcakes m-mean you're t-t-too full f-f-f-for l-lunch, then?"

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He linked arms idly, seeking the contact as he shifted- cheek resting against the man's shoulder. Had Peter ever been so comfortable before in his whole life? No no, that he would have remembered. Maybe, this was what it was like to have a mother?

Peter pushed the thought from his head with a laugh, eyes peeking open to peer up at the pirate. "No room for lunch~? Hah, never. Your cooking, I could never be too full. Would you like my help~?"

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The boy....was like a child today. Peter Pan had often confused Smee. He was a child so often, and there were times when Pan defiantely kicked in his parenting instinct the same way Jas did and had and always would. However, there were times when this boy, this child, scared him far more than he would ever like to admit. Huh.

There were times like these when the parallels between Jas and Pan were frightening. But now was not the time for times like these. So, he pushed the thought aside.

He smiled down at the boy, and chuckled. "I could certainly use a hand, if you're willing!"

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Sensation- adoration and being cared for without the tangled mess off feelings; things he'd always sought after and somehow...just managed to find. Peter laughed, somewhere between a chuckle and a giggle as he nuzzled Smee's shoulder once more. "Oh, I'm more than willing to give you my hands."

The comment was followed with a grin as he sat up, eyes meeting the man's own. "I'll follow your lead~?"

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Smee smiled at the giggle that came from the boy as he rested on Smee's shoulder. Hn, he was particularily affectionate today...that was a little odd. Smee was defiantely starting to think that something was wrong. Very wrong. But then, he hadn't been checking anything on the system today, so he was sadly ignorant. Oh well!

He did blink, however, at the boy's wording of his phrase and the grin, and he frowned momentarily, before he shook his head, pushing it off. What was he thinking?! Pan was a child and a boy, having no concept of...wait. It could be a curse?

Oh.

Oh crap.

Smee nearly did a facepalm, before he forced himself to calm down once again, bairly keeping the cap on his hysteria. Okay, curses, curses...what could today's curse be? He made a mental note to check on the system later on today. But for now....

"Alr-r-right then. You c-c-can help me w-w-with the chicken while the n-noodles and s-s-sauce are cooking."

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Peter pushed himself up with all the casual grace of boyhood and stood slowly, extending a hand to help the pirate up as fingers wrapped around the man's wrist. "Cooking~" he drawled slowly, head tilting to one side as he considered the word.

"Do we get to wear aprons~?"