[ For a long moment, he's just quiet, watching the meteors flaring as they enter the atmosphere.
It's pretty. It reminds him of the yearly meteor showers back home (Perseus? Perseids? something like that). Mom would check in the paper for when the meteor shower would be at its peak; she always sent him to bed with a promise to wake him, but Peter was too excited to sleep, would bolt out of bed the second she opened the door. Every year they would go into their backyard and lie in the grass, staring up and watching as the meteors disintegrated in the sky, bursting to life and disappearing as they went.
"I met your father durin' a meteor shower," she told him once. It caught his attention immediately, but she said no more on the subject. She never did tell him much about him, except that the man was a good person, that he glowed with the brightest light. When he was really young, he took it literally, imagined him to be an angel. As he got older, he started thinking that she was just being poetic, but now, he's not so sure.
(He hasn't told Kasumi that he's half-human, half-who-the-fuck-knows. It still doesn't feel real enough to admit it aloud. He wonders if she'd care.)
Eventually he turns to her, smiling a little. ]
It's-- fine.
[ Well, it's not really, but hey, at least she gets why he's kind of pissed. And he knows he doesn't sound particularly convincing, so he sighs, starts leading her to an open patch of grass. ]
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It's pretty. It reminds him of the yearly meteor showers back home (Perseus? Perseids? something like that). Mom would check in the paper for when the meteor shower would be at its peak; she always sent him to bed with a promise to wake him, but Peter was too excited to sleep, would bolt out of bed the second she opened the door. Every year they would go into their backyard and lie in the grass, staring up and watching as the meteors disintegrated in the sky, bursting to life and disappearing as they went.
"I met your father durin' a meteor shower," she told him once. It caught his attention immediately, but she said no more on the subject. She never did tell him much about him, except that the man was a good person, that he glowed with the brightest light. When he was really young, he took it literally, imagined him to be an angel. As he got older, he started thinking that she was just being poetic, but now, he's not so sure.
(He hasn't told Kasumi that he's half-human, half-who-the-fuck-knows. It still doesn't feel real enough to admit it aloud. He wonders if she'd care.)
Eventually he turns to her, smiling a little. ]
It's-- fine.
[ Well, it's not really, but hey, at least she gets why he's kind of pissed. And he knows he doesn't sound particularly convincing, so he sighs, starts leading her to an open patch of grass. ]
C'mon. No idea how long the shower will last.