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Peter was utterly lost.
Everett was completely sparking with joy.
And the Doberman stared at them, uninterested.
"I wanna touch it"
"Don't touch it"
"But I wanna! It's cute"
"It could attack you!"
"So?"
"I don't wanna watch you bleed"
"Aw you care"
Everett inched closer to it, not paying Peter any mind as he gripped onto his arm. The Doberman blinked as it watched Everett blindly slap Peter from behind him, but only succeeding in waving his hand around Peters twisted face.
Everett stopped his attempts with a smirk, his mind grew an absolutely wondrous idea. He allowed himself to fall, gripping onto Peters arm, pulling him down with him.
What his brain did not plan on, for he had no idea about it, was Peter's super strength and incredible reflexes, so as Everett fell towards the green grass, Peter reacted.
Pulling Everett up by the arm he was holding, and then wrapping his around Everetts waist, Peter caught Everett inside a dip, their faces close, and eyes holding onto the others with widened glances.
A small blush, barely noticeable blossomed onto Everetts checks.
Peters whole face was burning like a raging fire.
Everett attempted to clear his throat, but it got caught, causing him to choke.
Which in turn made him cough.
Peter then reacted, Unwinding his arms from Everetts waist, making both feel a chill.
Everett didn't have time to feel it much, for he was falling.
