March 12th
Don't look at me
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"Nope."
"Oh come on."
"No."
"You're being ridiculous."
"Don't even look at me."
Edmund rolled his eyes as Peter turned away, a smirk spread across his face as he folded his arms.
"It was one bite." Edmund told him, knowing it was all just a bit of teasing on Peter's end, but enjoying the banter with his older brother, it had been a while since they'd had fun like this together.
Peter turned back to face him, blue eyes bright as he smirked. "Of a cake Susan made," He said. "Of my last slice."
"I'm sure Susan can make another cake." Edmund said, crossing his arms like his brother.
"What if she's too busy?"
"I'm sure she's not."
"What if she just doesn't want to then?"
"It's Susan, she loves to bake."
"I still can't stand to look at you right now." Peter moved on, turning away again.
"It wasn't like it was the whole slice."
"It bloody well might've been." Peter laughed. "Your mouth is too big."
Edmund faked looking offended. "How dare you." He breathed, placing his hands on his hips.
Peter held out his hand. "Don't look at me, I mean it." He said dramatically. "I'm going to find Susan."
Edmund chuckled as he watched Peter march off down the corridor, and only waited a second or two before he ran to catch up with him.
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