Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 23:20:52 GMT -5
Peter can understand where Anna's coming from, actually. Taking care of himself is tough, even if Peter prefers doing that to having other people take care of him, because having other people take care of him can be irritating. Also because, if he can just do this, it's got to be proof enough that he's a real nation, not just some kid or a metal freak at all! He's made it this far, too. He could do with a few extra inches, so that Arthur couldn't just use his head as an armrest.
Man, wouldn't it be cool to be taller than his brother? Unfortunately, given Peter's growth thus far, he was not expecting it. Worse yet, Arthur wasn't even one of the tallest Nations. Peter didn't want to be short forever, but then again, Peter had noticed that, if not getting taller, he was filling out slightly, and given the dearth of food- not that it was that horrible honest- that was probably just how Peter was growing. With any luck, he'd at least look more muscular than his brother or something.
The next thing, though, is a bit more of a rhetorical question. Peter frowns, kicking his feet from his seat. If he knew the answer to that... He'd at least feel better if he felt like anyone at all knew the answer to that? Not just some dumb reason, too, because the only reasons he'd heard so far were either dumb or "it's complicated, you'll get it when you're older," sometimes accompanied by "now stop that ridiculous neutrality game you're playing", which, as far as answers went, wasn't really an answer at all. "When I get an answer, I'll say something," he answers, which also isn't really an answer at all, but it's the best he has.
After a moment, he listens to Anna. He quickly looks at the (oddly neat) list of "things to do" written in the notebook he has in front of him. He had started writing things down. He actually had a very good memory, but he also liked having a schedule when he could. He could be very spontaneous sometimes, but life was meant to have a certain beat to it, and as he started to have more things to do, he needed a good way to keep track of things. He flipped it to the page that had tomorrow on it. Of course, unless some emergency was written there, he wasn't worried about making sure his schedule was clear.
"I should be there!" he said, mentally cataloguing the time as he wrote it down, before even finishing looking at his schedule. He erased and moved a little bit, but that was okay, there was nothing absolutely pressing there. 75 seconds was not much time, anyway.
75 seconds also wasn't much time at all, which was a little disappointing, but he could never expect much when something was changing on Anna's end. (Peter's end was always in the same place, something unusual happening notwithstanding, and that didn't normally change the location of the radio, just the location of Peter). Peter looked at the radio equipment, at the time, and sighed. He really didn't think their contact would last much longer at this point.
"I hope you have a great day, and then several days after that!" he said forcefully, because he wanted to be absolutely sure to say that before the connection cut off. It had always seemed like a lucky thing to say, in Peter's opinion, and while luck wasn't but so much, Peter knew a lot of people who put a lot of stock in luck, so Peter figured it couldn't hurt to try.
Man, wouldn't it be cool to be taller than his brother? Unfortunately, given Peter's growth thus far, he was not expecting it. Worse yet, Arthur wasn't even one of the tallest Nations. Peter didn't want to be short forever, but then again, Peter had noticed that, if not getting taller, he was filling out slightly, and given the dearth of food- not that it was that horrible honest- that was probably just how Peter was growing. With any luck, he'd at least look more muscular than his brother or something.
The next thing, though, is a bit more of a rhetorical question. Peter frowns, kicking his feet from his seat. If he knew the answer to that... He'd at least feel better if he felt like anyone at all knew the answer to that? Not just some dumb reason, too, because the only reasons he'd heard so far were either dumb or "it's complicated, you'll get it when you're older," sometimes accompanied by "now stop that ridiculous neutrality game you're playing", which, as far as answers went, wasn't really an answer at all. "When I get an answer, I'll say something," he answers, which also isn't really an answer at all, but it's the best he has.
After a moment, he listens to Anna. He quickly looks at the (oddly neat) list of "things to do" written in the notebook he has in front of him. He had started writing things down. He actually had a very good memory, but he also liked having a schedule when he could. He could be very spontaneous sometimes, but life was meant to have a certain beat to it, and as he started to have more things to do, he needed a good way to keep track of things. He flipped it to the page that had tomorrow on it. Of course, unless some emergency was written there, he wasn't worried about making sure his schedule was clear.
"I should be there!" he said, mentally cataloguing the time as he wrote it down, before even finishing looking at his schedule. He erased and moved a little bit, but that was okay, there was nothing absolutely pressing there. 75 seconds was not much time, anyway.
75 seconds also wasn't much time at all, which was a little disappointing, but he could never expect much when something was changing on Anna's end. (Peter's end was always in the same place, something unusual happening notwithstanding, and that didn't normally change the location of the radio, just the location of Peter). Peter looked at the radio equipment, at the time, and sighed. He really didn't think their contact would last much longer at this point.
"I hope you have a great day, and then several days after that!" he said forcefully, because he wanted to be absolutely sure to say that before the connection cut off. It had always seemed like a lucky thing to say, in Peter's opinion, and while luck wasn't but so much, Peter knew a lot of people who put a lot of stock in luck, so Peter figured it couldn't hurt to try.