( Peter's been all over. It's the nature of his people to travel; from cities to towns to redneck nowheres, he's seen all types of people. He's seen this type of person — he assumes, based on Travis's general demeanor, accent, and... everything else, and he's torn between finding himself amused and rolling his eyes. When presented with those two options, he tries to choose the former whenever possible.
He absolutely did not intend to engage.
And yet, as fate would have it-
Here he is. Engaged. Physically, by this fucking hillbilly fully grabbing him by the shoulders. His hands come up, an automatic no touchy as he wheels back a step to insert some pointed distance. )
Hey-heyhey, hey, hands off the merchandise, eh?? Relax. You're not dead. Jesus.
shrine offerings;
He absolutely did not intend to engage.
And yet, as fate would have it-
Here he is. Engaged. Physically, by this fucking hillbilly fully grabbing him by the shoulders. His hands come up, an automatic no touchy as he wheels back a step to insert some pointed distance. )
Hey-heyhey, hey, hands off the merchandise, eh?? Relax. You're not dead. Jesus.