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𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸-πš‚πš†π™°π™½. 🍊 ([personal profile] money) wrote in [community profile] xistentiaooc 2017-11-06 01:12 am (UTC)

( i don't believe you is his surprising first thought, the spite in it something that makes his eyebrows wrinkle, confused. it's not an especially confusing topic, having your heart broken, but -- even still. why should he have faith if he shows juno his back, that the detective will still be there when he turns back around? as with all things there's no certainty on anything, peter certainly knows that better than most. but,

peter's trust in juno isn't there just because it's unquestionable, or relentless, or because he's in love with him. it's also necessary. you can pick who you trust, of course, but you have to trust someone.

so peter trusts him, then, believes he'll watch his back. even if he doesn't, it won't matter much -- a new alias and a new story, something different and something boring to not draw too much attention to himself. peter has lived a handsome life of luxury and finance, but there were early years bathed in poverty, eating one crumb after the other. there are down times between jobs when nothing gathers his interest. he knows how to rough it, how to live on the edge as easily as how he knows how to kick back and let fake credits and stolen good speak for themselves. if juno betrayed him, it wouldn't be the worst thing. it wouldn't be the first time.

turning his head once juno begins fumbling around, he grants him some privacy in returning to the console, shaking his head at junod when she feathers up to follow after him.
) Stay down, you're comfortable. I'll just be here.

( even still, he knows it's pretty useless to try. he's more pickpocket than hacker, and this isn't a technology he's familiar with. if there were a passcode he could figure out the ways to get it, but he can't find a space to type anything in -- no stolen pincodes, no funny spaces for puns. regardless, he tries. turns the chessboard, tries it from a different angle, but the game's the same and any way he turns it, he's still fucked.

upon losing gusto, he turns back to face juno, a distance away from him now. there are many things he could say, but instead of saying any of them, he sighs in frustration, clicking his heel once.
)

No dice. It's fine, ( vaguely, he waves. ) I'll figure something out. More importantly, are you sure you're alright? Now's no time for heroes, Juno, there are healing beds further in.

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