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Hey roommate, just so you know I'm going to shower first. Okay?
peter has the attention span of a child. a child whose mind couldnât help but bounce at every opportunity it grasped. he spared a glance at the latter. â yeah, sure. go ahead, roommate. â he replied back as his eyes were about to return to their sole focus. but, his movements are abrupt as a thought passed. â wait, do you mean now? or like every day? because if weâre talking about every day, thatâs okay too. just remind me, okay? â
me, an uncultured swine
POKEMON, I CHOOSE YOU: NATHANIEL HAN. ( @crnate )
peter was distraught. the boy prided himself on being on top of trends. he believed there was everything to know as a young teenager living in the 21st century. but, it seemed that wasnât the case.
he realized such epiphany the night where he laid on his ruckus bedroom. whilst his roommates were fighting about a stolen pillow, his eyes were glued to the screen. his thumb slid to see the ever-going hooter where people were eager to share their lives. but, there was a pinnacle moment where peterâs vocabulary seemed to be lacking. the ever so broad space within his mind seemed to have shrunk. after all, in bold words, there was a word that outshone the rest. Â the word âYEETâ. he squinted as his nose crashed against the screen, a trail of fog left behind from the heated breathing. the gryffindor seemed unable to decipher the meaning behind it. the definition was bouncing up and down and he seemed to missed catching it.
so, the boy recurred to the most intelligent person he knows.
peter is sitting in front of the older ravenclaw, fingers dancing on the surface of the glass. the condensation accumulating on the tips. â nate, iâm so devastated. i discovered last night that iâm not on top of the game and my pea-brained housemates are. â he huffed, a deliberate long sigh fleeted his lips. the rosy tiers pressed against each other to depict his solemn spirit.
â i realized i donât know the meaning of the word âYEET.â i heard it was really popular use, but? it canât be popular if iâm not using it so. please enlighten me with your three brain cells. â the younger jested as his last words adhered with a glue called playfulness. he has a grin plastered now with a glimpse of his snaggletooth. Â
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â i know your love for me is too strong that it grew to slander. itâs okay, guys. i love you too. â

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Was your father a thief? Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.
â i donât think my eyes have the stars because i see them shining in yours. â
peter park, how does it feel being cooler than spiderman and peter pan combined?
â it feels like being⌠me. thatâs the feeling. â
hello there people! iâm somehow freed from the claws of something called the school. so, lord and behold my presence, folks. in all seriousness, iâm so out of the loop. so, iâm going to be dropping everything! tell me if you want us to keep something. iâm really so sorry for my crackhead.Â
anyway, iâm going to follow the on-going trend happening on our lovely dash. if you want a starter, please comment below this post anything you want.Â
hello everyone!
i know nateâs mun has been helping me promote discord. but! nothing is better than promoting it on the dash.
for those who are interested, i want to open up the duelling club! in tldr form, the club is made with the intention of teaching students how to duel and what they should do if they are put in a difficult position.
i will be the one writing up the important info on what the club consists of to get approval. but, for that to happen, i sorta need to have members because a one member club is not permitted. (i already asked about that)
anyway! my ims are open if you want to confirm that you want to be part of it.
thank you for reading!

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family feud (past)
crmimi:
taking place one fine morning of sunday, april 15 2018 âŚ. /s
( ââ )
miguel fails to notice how his voice escalates, something meant for only a few ears now out there for many to hear. it is only the sound of clear clatter amidst silence, of utensils, dropped over in the gryffindor table along with the sound of footsteps that makes him realize heâs messed up. badly.
âbloody hell.â
at the moment where he sees mimiâs features contort, thereâs a sense of achievement flooding his inside. his heart rages inside the cage. a smirk latches to his lips. he releases a bubble of laughter. it resonates in the space between them. â you think thatâs going to hurt my pride? â his tone fleets between mocking and disbelief, unsure where to stand in the line. â news flash mickey mouse! my patronus is a monkey and those kinds of insults are weaker than your squeaks! â he replies back quick. his tongue eager to continue to prove his rooted beliefs.
in the brief moment that miguel remains silent, the gryffindor canât help but feel a sense of victory. he was ready to bask in the light he called the truth. his eyes gaze the hufflepuff, arms crossed and raised eyebrows. there was an impulse telling peter to spill a taunt here or there. but, for the sake of his final win, for the sake to feel satisfaction, he waits. his lips stitched together before his reality gets twisted.
like the other intended, peter heard loud and clear. the once arrogant expression falters, surprise replacing it. the boy believes he feels everything at the same time. he feels a sense of betrayal. after all, how couldnât rowan tell him? how couldnât nate tell him to stop? his once solid will turns into shambles as the truth he deeply believed as simply a coated lie. embarrassment etches into his heart like a dagger. how it coils and he wishes he could erase this conversation.
but, his self-absorb mind gets pulled back into reality when he hears the silence fracture. it is broken by the sound of dropped utensils and shuffling feet. his head turns to the source of the noise. a pool of guilt forms in the pit of his stomach as he winces at the sight of the girl running away. his eyes easily find the older hufflepuff whose expression doesnât reveal much. peter watches him walk away as well.
â holy shitâŚâ he whispers under his breath. â i⌠god... â
family feud (past)
crmimi:
taking place one fine morning of sunday, april 15 2018 âŚ. /s
( â--- )
the words shoot out in rapid-fire without a moment of breath and miguel has to suddenly take a deep breath in order to take all the oxygen which heâs deprived of his brain cells in his ramble. "you know your "momsâ and âdadsâ donât have to be together because they aren't actually your mom and dad. and there is just no way they are together. they just canât be. absolutely not.â
peter acknowledges his lack of understanding love. the boy rather avoids the concept eagerly. last time he tried, it only ended up with a swollen cheek and a girl spewing about broken illusions.
in any other scenario, the boy would retreat. his ears would be open as they absorbed what the other said. after all, this is a flaw he wasnât able to sustain. but, such idealist mindset shifts once he senses the collision between miguelâs and his shoulder. the once kept down ego flames inside him. the cool he was trying to achieve melts in the pit of his stomach. it didnât matter if the badger was telling the truth. his finger triggered peterâs ability to be incredibly unyielding. no matter what the situation laid, the boy would smash it with bare fists and unfiltered words.
â listen up miguel or mickey or whatever, â he starts off, his jaw clenched. â i must clear some things in the air. first, i never said they were together in that sense. i just had a very strong assumption that they liked each other! i can tell you that nate likes! or who knows now liked rowan! â his throat burns as he blurts those words loudly.
his lack of rational thinking causes him to take a short breath before continuing on. â for your information, i know that. i have more brain cells than you think but! i have here some kind of evidence. where is that confidence of yours coming from, huh?! â he voices out his question as his own finger pokes miguelâs shoulder. â tell me. how can you be so sure that they canât be together? â
family feud (past)
a spell for @crpeter taking place one fine morning of sunday, april 15 2018 âŚ. /s
it had taken miguel a while to unravel the tightly balled thoughts which had laid in his gryffindor cousinâs mind. he had hoped to be comfort for the girl who had done something odd. fallen into sullen silence instead of her usual chirps during spring break. time had brought back a part of her but he knew better. knew better, yet could not properly guess nor prepared himself for the answers he received.
positively spun or negatively spun, the hufflepuff thinks it should be a good news. the keyword being, think. it didnât come across that way, uncertainty bowling into him along with pent up frustration. eventually it simmers down into whining, disclosing the new found problem one day to his trusty roommate. he wasnât seeking any sort of advice, all miguel wanted was a listening ear to offer him small acknowledgement. which was going well until his roommateâs best friend came along.
not that miguel disliked peter. they were both seventh years, stuck together in class and he could say that the other boy was a great person. theyâre actually quite similar. but thatâs also where the problem begins. it was as if someone tossed into an empty room, two yapping opinionated dogs together, or started two fires and waited for one to kill the other. it just didnât work. hence the incoming personal scuffles that needed physical separation.
something that might escalate now. it had been one thing for the gryffindor to interrupt his bemoaning by plopping himself down in the narrow space right between miguel and his roommate. it had certainly been another for the other to start lamenting about the downfall of his makeshift family tree which included his beloved cousin. bound together with the absolute wrong person.
âum excuse me peter,â the hufflepuff taps the gryffindorâs shoulders. he had planned not to interrupt but there was a matter of justice and dignity on the line. his cousinâs happiness too, instead of having her shrouded by improper rumours. âyou canât just go marrying off my cousin toâŚnateâŚyour dadâŚwhatever! i donât care if sheâs your mom. thatâs not how it works!â
peter was rather naive. he lacked the ability to keep the important and disregard the trivial. he wasnât able to differentiate between those two opposite poles. which, it leaves the boy always keeping and throwing the wrong information. to otherâs people perception, peter had selective sight and hearing. he only takes the glimpses of what benefitted him. even if thereâs no streak of malice within his actions, this terrible habit has lead him to unfortunate circumstances.
the situation starts when he hears about the older ravenclawâs situation. at first, peter thought he was getting spoken in another language. he understood the words separately. however, together? they sounded like a collision of emotions. emotional language has never been the younger boyâs forte. on the contrary, it was a weakness of his. therefore, the boy only tried to construct the scenario on his head. he put pieces he believed were the right match. which, it resulted in a mixture of half-truths and half-lies. but, to the gryffindor, it seemed reasonable.
it was either rowan dumped nate or nate dumped rowan. it would explain their peculiar behaviors. the somber attitudes shared between each other.
for a few hours, peter ponders over it. he tries to map out possibilities. his fingers floating as it tries to draw out solutions to this dilemma. but, his thoughts are skittish and fly away. frustration rises from the pit of his stomach. it blazes as his hands sink to the nape of his neck. for cases like this, the boy should be asking his best friend. he would know better.
peter finds relief when a break comes around. his stomach signaling as it craved food. but, there was a bigger desperation flooding on the boyâs head. his eyes squint, scanning the area of the cluster. his gaze brightening once he found his friend cladded in the warm tones of yellow and black. he pushes in the gap between him and another fellow 7th year.
with deaf ears, peter sighs. his elbows resting on the table, pushing some plates and cups in the process.
â hey, remember how i told you about my family possibly falling apart? â he asks, a rhetorical question thrown in the beginning to add dramatism to his speech. â well, the more i thought about it, the more it falls apart in my brain! i donât understand how rowan and nate would dump each other. i donât understand how would either dump the other. it doesnât make sense to me! â the gryffindor starts. his words coming out as a waterfall, quickly and loudly. his pitch rising, an octave higher than any conversation should go. gazes settle on the younger boys in between his dialogue, ears perked.
once he finishes, he releases a sigh. his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as small weight lifts off. but, it comes back at the speed of lighting once miguel taps his shoulder. his head turns swiftly to the side. his eyebrows furrowed together, one slightly higher than the other as a response. as the same year boy replies, peter finds himself appalled by his words. his expression changes from somber to shock. his head tilts as his mind tries to create a coherent response.
but, when it came to miguel, his thoughts werenât able to mesh together. on the contrary, whatever words sprout, they were the first to get shot out.
â what do you mean? â his question sounds mocking due to the offensive interruption. â it totally works like that! they are both my parents! itâs only fair theyâre destined to be together! â
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"i read once that bacon is everyone's favourite food. however... has anyone thought of dressing up as a piece of bacon?"
peter looked at elijah puzzled. maybe he lost some screws along the way. he already knew the boy was weird. the fact he liked lynette solidified said idea. but, this took the cake. it grounded and cemented it.
the gryffindor spared him a glance. his head tilted before he released a snort. â no offense man, but i think only you would think that. â

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âyouâre not scared, are you?â
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he was eleven when he said he was scared. he was fourteen when he encountered said fear. he is now eighteen and he still fears. (he still remembers how nate witnessed his fear)
once again, peter feels he is back on his fourteen-year-old body. his feet are dragging, his hands are peppered with purple, and his eyes are focused on the floor. (once again, a beaten up boy) he walks around before encountering the older ravenclaw.
peter is already constructing a script inside his head. his tongue sliding his bottom lip. but, the overload of words stops once he listens to the question thrown at him. if anyone else, peter would have laughed. after all, a lion never fears. but, this was nate. someone who believes for him. that itself made regret linger behind his mouth. words of uncontrolled emotions run rampant.
â i was very scared, â he comments in the air as if he could lessen the burden clawing his limbs. â because of that, i beat them up before they got to me. â peter ponders a bit as he continues. â but, now seeing you, iâm more scared now. â he gulps. pauses.
iâm scared of your judgement.
â are you disappointed? â his question tumbles down like a waterfall.
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