Music of an Angel (Greg, Peter)

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Peter hobbled through his hospital with his cane, looking a bit too much like Dr. House for his own comfort. Every time someone laughed and mentioned it, he nearly hit them with said cane, but he managed to control himself and say something to the effect of 'haha you're so clever, only 50 other people have said that, aren't you original'. Or something.

( Do you believe... )

Music of an Angel (Greg, Peter)

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Peter hobbled through his hospital with his cane, looking a bit too much like Dr. House for his own comfort. Every time someone laughed and mentioned it, he nearly hit them with said cane, but he managed to control himself and say something to the effect of 'haha you're so clever, only 50 other people have said that, aren't you original'. Or something.

( Do you believe... )

First Signs (Lydia, Peter)

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Lydia returned home from school to find her father waiting for her on the sofa, reading some sort of manuscript in a language she didn't recognise. She smiled at him tiredly, which didn't lessen his enthusiastic greeting in the slightest. "Good afternoon, Little Girl! Did you have a good day?"

( Do as Daddy says! )

First Signs (Lydia, Peter)

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Lydia returned home from school to find her father waiting for her on the sofa, reading some sort of manuscript in a language she didn't recognise. She smiled at him tiredly, which didn't lessen his enthusiastic greeting in the slightest. "Good afternoon, Little Girl! Did you have a good day?"

( Do as Daddy says! )