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Owl to Nathan
(Needless to say, Peter's usual nurse-scrawl is nearly impossible to read, and anything crossed out has been done so heavily that it's ripped the parchment in a few places.)
Nathan,
Not that I care or anything but
Are you still here?
So. When are you leaving?
I really don't want you to leave this quick, I ...does being around me suck that much?
I just want my brother around, and you're talking about leaving. I don't
I'm sure New York must be falling to pieces without you there -Go on, just leave, see if I care
Can you at least give me notice? Maybe I'll arrange a farewell party. You like red and blue, right?
Your BROTHER
Peter
Nathan,
So. When are you leaving?
Can you at least give me notice? Maybe I'll arrange a farewell party. You like red and blue, right?
Peter
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There was an owl in his room for Christ's sake, waving a letter around for him, Peter's name scrawled at the bottom, and like hell was he going to just let this pass with a calmly jotted note back to the other man. Owls. He was still getting used to the whole 'people with powers' thing, then he's dumped into a school where there's magic? Moving staircases, and walking suits of armor. Talking paintings. Talk about a freaking acid trip.
Needless to say, Nathan was barging into Peter's room within minutes, brandishing the letter and being followed closely behind by an extremely attentive-looking owl. "Owls, man? Fucking owls? Where the hell did you even get this? It was in my room, shitting all over my desk." Half true. On the carpet, once, at least. And then tried to eat the rest of his breakfast pastry. ...That was beside the point. It was the principle of the matter! "Whatever happened to actual mail? Dropping by? I have a cell phone, you know." Not that he could get any service in this school. ...Or get it to start up in the first place - his battery was probably dead.
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"Nathan, that's... amazing," Peter grinned widely, elated. "I can't believe it! I always knew she would pull through, but... god. Awesome." The fact that Nathan wasn't reacting to the news with anything that even remotely resembled happiness didn't occur to Peter just yet.
Practically bounding over to the couch, Peter sat down again, staring at Nathan, eyes wide in happiness. "Seriously, when did this happen? What did you guys do to celebrate? Man, I bet Heidi's practically walking on air!"
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