fovghtabear:

               SHE STARES _{at him before her arm extends across the room, smacking him in the shoulder once more. once it SNAPS back, a small smile cracks through. ‘ you’re such a dillhole. ’}

          _{now that’s one he isn’t familiar with – dillhole? it sounds like a company
          that sells pickles. “ what’s the even mean? “ peter asks, amused by it
          all. “ okay, so, “ what comes next is the product of his unfocused
          mind, “ would you rather have … crab hands or snake feet? “}