[ Peter is sitting in his own room, the bedroom door open and music playing from inside. should someone peek in they'll find his room is a mess of parts and blueprints and paper. there are a few rogue lego models, and a couple of mugs - one which is very much Prim's, and the other his own from hours ago.
he looks up, a screwdriver in his mouth, one hand tangled in the wiring of a power module from the portals. ]
Yeah? In here! Hang on I'll - oh, jeez.
[ there's a rustle, a clatter, and a few screws roll out the door before he peeks out to look at Five, sheepish. ]
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he looks up, a screwdriver in his mouth, one hand tangled in the wiring of a power module from the portals. ]
Yeah? In here! Hang on I'll - oh, jeez.
[ there's a rustle, a clatter, and a few screws roll out the door before he peeks out to look at Five, sheepish. ]
Sorry about that.