#rustypcopleskills

sirius shot his phone one final irritated glance before he finally looked up at the person in front of him. “you don’t happen to have something small and poke-y i can use? like, a hair slide, or a needle, or maybe even a really tiny screw driver?” his eyes were hopeful as he looked on at them expectantly, willing to accept anything at this point. “i’ll either be able to fix this piece of junk, or i can use it as a tiny knife to destroy it with.”

“you know how to sew, right?” peter looked up from his phone at that point with his brows raised and leaned slightly closer to her. “i know my basics but i think i should probably learn a little more if i want to improve -- my fashion choices.” it wasn’t his most solid save, but he blinked away any uncertainty and half-forced a smile. “i think we can both agree my fashion sense could use a little work, and given that i can’t really afford to buy new clothes every time i rip mine, i should probably figure something out. can you teach me?”