[Peter has never really had a fucking clue, never really gave a shit, either, to be fair. His breath catches a little when their faces are suddenly awkwardly close; his face brushing against Roman's chin. Not exactly the intended effect, and maybe it's the alcohol, but he doesn't pull away.
Blue eyes looking to green eyes. And he huffs a hint of a laugh, lips curving as they sway. Peter is more than willing to let Roman lead.]
Wasn't sure. Thought you were clearly too sober if you were talking about proper appearances.
[He grins teasingly; it's all easy and almost boneless, following his lead.]
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[Peter has never really had a fucking clue, never really gave a shit, either, to be fair. His breath catches a little when their faces are suddenly awkwardly close; his face brushing against Roman's chin. Not exactly the intended effect, and maybe it's the alcohol, but he doesn't pull away.
Blue eyes looking to green eyes. And he huffs a hint of a laugh, lips curving as they sway. Peter is more than willing to let Roman lead.]
Wasn't sure. Thought you were clearly too sober if you were talking about proper appearances.
[He grins teasingly; it's all easy and almost boneless, following his lead.]