( there is a bit of recoil when he hears the sharp pinch of juno's voice, but he isn't especially put out by it. certainly he knows that juno comes with his fair share of ... baggage. maybe he shouldn't be surprised by a dress setting him off, but he is anyway, since the implications of a dress, on someone like juno who scarcely dresses up, are heavy ones. not to mention that it's red. the knit of peter's eyebrows twist from concern to the brief symbolism of the cogs in his brain working around this new bit of information. information on juno, no less.
information isn't a rarity but a glimpse at juno's past life certainly is. it's been awhile, since he heard the story of his mother and his brother. perhaps it's a bit overdue ...
following the motion of juno's hand, peter settles the saree back on its rack. he's a professional liar, which means he can certainly pick out a lie when he hears one. but -- he also scarcely hears them from juno, the protector, savior, all around do-gooder, so he imagines this must be something relatively important, and a sensitive wound peter shouldn't go prodding his fingers around into. juno will tell him when he's ready, if he's ever ready. that's how trust works.
and he's attempting to trust juno again. so.
he steps away from the rack, dismissing the subject entirely, to set juno's mind at ease. he saunters elsewhere, other racks, lifting up different materials to test. )
How do you feel about green? Or blue? We've exhausted warm colors with the orange suit, anyway, it's time for something a little more ... winter-y. ( his lips turn up over his shoulder, showing up pointed canines that plump his lips. ) The weather on Mars is never like this, hm? We should take advantage.
slander!!!!
information isn't a rarity but a glimpse at juno's past life certainly is. it's been awhile, since he heard the story of his mother and his brother. perhaps it's a bit overdue ...
following the motion of juno's hand, peter settles the saree back on its rack. he's a professional liar, which means he can certainly pick out a lie when he hears one. but -- he also scarcely hears them from juno, the protector, savior, all around do-gooder, so he imagines this must be something relatively important, and a sensitive wound peter shouldn't go prodding his fingers around into. juno will tell him when he's ready, if he's ever ready. that's how trust works.
and he's attempting to trust juno again. so.
he steps away from the rack, dismissing the subject entirely, to set juno's mind at ease. he saunters elsewhere, other racks, lifting up different materials to test. )
How do you feel about green? Or blue? We've exhausted warm colors with the orange suit, anyway, it's time for something a little more ... winter-y. ( his lips turn up over his shoulder, showing up pointed canines that plump his lips. ) The weather on Mars is never like this, hm? We should take advantage.