Two is better then One

“Hah me too, or well, since I was fifteen. Found I had a knack for flexing around and well, this placed offered food, shelter, everything I needed. But, now it’s so much more you know?” This was his family now, wasn’t just about getting out of the rain. Peter liked doing what he was doing, be able to put smiles on people’s face was nice.



“Huh? Oh no, I didn’t mean- I’m just,” He’s been caught, abort, “well, I mean I just have never met an acrobatic that’s so….so…” he gestured a bit vaguely to Steve. Wait that probably looked bad. Crap. “um so big! Wait, no that sounded bad too.” Oh great, he was trying to make a good first impression and here was getting flustered and tongue tied. “I just mean, you look…muscely…Okay, just, uh, forget any of what I just said.” God, strike him down now. He felt like he was fifteen again. Awesome.



Peter quickly latched onto the subject change, offering a new smile. “Hey, don’t worry about it.” Quick recovery. “We can find something for you.” he reassured, “We’ll just need to get your sizing. I’m sure we have something in the dressing closet….Hmm, well, how about your favorite tricks? Anything your comfortable with. Just want to get a feel for your style.”

