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WHO:

askedtobe
WHERE: Topher and Peter's place.
WHEN: Backdated a couple days
WARNINGS: AWKWARD.
SUMMARY: Peter and Topher have as awkward conversation about all the things.
FORMAT: actionspamiest

[ Sequestering himself in the kitchen, Peter was sitting up on the counter, simply waiting for Topher to come around. He kind of figured the other would show up sooner or later, Topher could never really resist the siren call of snack time.

But he’d been living here long enough, he’d known Topher long enough, that Peter kind of thought it was time to talk about a few things. He was still wary of the clinic he worked for, not to mention Topher’s most recent freakout regarding Buffy.. well, Peter couldn’t just let that hang in the air for the rest of forever. No matter how much he wanted to.

Taking a swig from his bottle of water, Peter sighed, rubbing at his face. He hated that there were issues with things in the first place, it wasn't like his life needed to be anymore complicated. And dealing with it wasn't going to be easy but it wasn't much of a choice anymore. ]

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[Topher looks a bit confused. Sure he cares about people, well, people he knows and likes, but considering his job sometimes it's hard not to see people as objects]

I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Your safe and that's what counts.

I'm fine, i'm always fine, but that's not- [ He sighs, giving his head a shake and looking off somewhere else. It took a moment to work up to feigning obliviousness, but eventually he got there. ]

You know what. You're right. I shouldn't worry about it.

[There's a release of tension in Topher's shoulders and he grins up at Peter widely]

Exactly! You shouldn't let things get to you so much; it'll make you old before your time.

[ Oh, Topher. If only you understood just how much Peter was lying right now. He's already trying to think up who he needs to get in contact with that might provide more information. But he's smiling faintly all the same, trying to keep up with Topher's humor of the entire thing ]

Believe me, I already am. Used to be almost immortal, though.

Really?

Wait, how can you "used to be?"

I lost my original abilities.

[Thinks on this for a second]

Were you Ms. Marveled? Is there a Rogue out there with Peter powers?

[ he just... sighs. ] My dad would be the Rogue. Before he was killed again.

[Frowning]

Which completely defeats the purpose of having immortality. See this is probably why I no longer have a sister...

[See that came out way too casually and there's a brief moment of pain on Topher's face. God only knows what he'll say when Boyd comes over.

They're doomed]

[ He goes quiet for a second because oh hay, he also.. no longer has a sibling. This conversation is quickly becoming horrifically tragic. ]

You had a sister?

[ ... they're so doomed. ]

Uh, y-yeah. Sort of...I think. It's all kind of complicated.

[When was life with Rossum NOT complicated?]

Sort of? [ Topher, stop not-helping convince Peter that there's nothing to worry about. You're failing miserably at this. ]

[WHY ARE YOU SUSPICIOUS!?]

Complicated, not that it matters. Look, I have it on good authority that I have a sister, so I guess it's less sort of and more newly confirmed. Lost siblings pop up all the time on tv.

I had one show up once too. [ Peter tips his head slightly; though part of him's still digging for information, he's mostly being overrun by concern for Topher now. Or, at the very least, intrigue. ]

Turned out to be a fluke.

[For a moment he looks worried, but he pushes that back]

She's real. I mean, we're real. Completely related.

[ He really isn't trying to make Topher hideously agitated so he smiles easily, though he's starting to have suspicions about more things than he wants to at this point. ]

I believe you, don't worry about it.

I'm not! I was just stating for the record that everything is real and full of siblingness.

Right, I got it.

Okay.

[He slowly starts to back out of the kitchen]

I've got a thing running, so I'll just get back to it...

[God, Peter, don't ask anymore weird questions! You are a stressful roommate!]