( As tempted as he is to say don't call me Pete, he knows guys like this. It isn't likely to accomplish anything and, in fact, is infinitely more likely to get him called Pete even harder — so he writes it off as a lost cause, shakes his head, and starts folding up the offering satchel he'd been working on prior to this whole bizarre shitshow of an interaction. )
Sure. Fuck it. Why not? I'm looking for a shrine anyway.
( And then after a beat, he shoots Travis a wry look, eyes squinted, pointing accusingly. )
Do you actually know where you're going?
( Somehow, he doubts rando redneck fuckface has learned the layout of the surrounding area already, seeing as he's just as new as Peter. )
no subject
Sure. Fuck it. Why not? I'm looking for a shrine anyway.
( And then after a beat, he shoots Travis a wry look, eyes squinted, pointing accusingly. )
Do you actually know where you're going?
( Somehow, he doubts rando redneck fuckface has learned the layout of the surrounding area already, seeing as he's just as new as Peter. )