They're all holding hands, and cuddling, and even worse: KISSING. Doesn't anyone care about getting cooties these days? Peter hopped off the

swing set and promised himself "I'll never ever fall in love. *Ever*."

[Aww, wittle Peter's gonna get his first crush~]

((cooties?))

((LOL @ YOU))

(( /giggleeeee))

Lovino sat on a nearby park bench, swinging his legs lightly as he observed the park. It was a beautiful winter day, and the numerous

couples enjoying the scenery almost made Lovino wonder if his job was necessary. He sighed happily, glad to have a break, wings ruffling.

Peter wandered off to find a place that *wasn't* invaded by lovebirds. He kicked a pebble and watched it roll, leading him to a... weirdo

guy with wings. "Woah no way! Hey mister, hey mister!! Are those reeeeeeal wings? Like, for flying? With the airplanes?"

He blinked surprisedly, looking at the blonde boy with thick brows. "Huh? I um, can't fly as high as airplanes, but ah, yeah..."

"Aww, airplanes are my favorite." He sat himself down next to the winged man. "And what are these arrows for? Do you shoot birds while you

fly?"

"No, these arrows can't hurt people or things." He offered a smile to the small boy. "I like your accent. Where're you from?"

"Just about the most awesome country in the world" He grabbed an arrow from the winged stranger and struck a pose with it. "It's called

Sealand! A breathtaking nation in the middle of the sea!!"

He smiled slightly at that. Kids could be so cute. "That sounds really cool," he replied, and then noticed the arrow. "H-hey-- be careful

with that--!"

"Why? You just said that they don't hurt anyone and anything." he had already started playing with it, zooming it through the air,

pretending it was an airplane.

"W-well, yeah, b-but--" Oh, fuck... "Y-you shouldn't, um, t-touch it!"

"I'm touching it~~" he sang "Nothing's happening~!" He continued making airplane noises and swooshing it around.

"P-please!" he pleaded, eyes wide with panic. He didn't even know what would happen irf the arrow was broken...

[[*if]]

"Hey, I wonder if it'd fly like a plane too!" he said, completely ignoring the man's pleas. He threw it up into the air, hoping it'd fly

smoothly.

He stared on with horror as the arrow went flying into the air. "S-shit-- no--!"

[I'm just waiting for it to land in Peter's arm or something.

((Gahh I went to go anime))

...))

no coherent sentence yo))

((*watch anime))

((And now it's time for dinner))

Peter chased after the flying arrow, attempting to catch it. He dove in after it, and after a tough landing and some tumbling, he ended up

with the arrow lodged into his chest.

[Ohgood. Now I know not to post.ouob]

((Hmm?))

[The next posted plurk will be your love~]

((You don't want my love? Oh, I see how it is.))

*Shit*! He stared at the thick-browed boy, cursing in his head. A *kid*! He'd just let a *kid* get shot!

[I already have Denny to deal with man.D:]

Owch... Peter's whole body hurt from falling and tumbling like that. He let himself lie on the ground and closed his eyes for a rest.

((And now I wait for the funfun?))

[[Sounds good~<3]]

((Oh goodie this is gonna be so much fun))

(( OAO ! ))

(( .... ))

(( aye. this is... uh. interesting. ))

(( XD so scary. ))