darker_london | All your dorkly needs (Peter, Thomas, Baby Thomas)

Peter loved The Pilgrim's Prog. It was Spectre's new album, and Peter couldn't listen to it enough. He was certainly glad to know there wasn't any mojo going on with the music because he was addicted enough as it was. That was why he referred to Spectre by his real name. Calling Spectre 'Adrian' allowed Peter to separate his dear friend, from the music he was a complete fanboy of. If he called him Spectre, it was likely Peter would squeal every time he addressed him. No one needed that. Probably, least of all, Spectre.

But what Peter could do, was listen to the album at an incredibly high volume, and dance about. And he was doing so, much to the delight of Baby Thomas who was sitting in his play pen, transfixed while Peter air guitared around to The Suffering of Fools. He was singing too. Peter had a wonderful voice and everything was perfectly in key, though he did look like a bit of a muppet as he danced about. And then he heard the door close behind him. Quickly he whirled around, and he caught sight of his best friend, Thomas, standing there grinning at him. Well...here it comes."

Thomas moved over and he picked up the remote to the CD player and he switched it off. Then he walked closer to Peter. "Peter. My my. Peter, Peter, Peter. Were you just air guitaring?!" Thomas said it with such glee in his voice and he bounced a little on his feet. "I swear I saw headbanging!"

"Shut up!" Peter wailed. "Thomas...Thomas told me to!" Peter said, pointing at the baby who obliged by yelling 'DADA!' at the top of his lungs. "See! That proves it!"

"You were dancing around and air guitaring to my boyfriend's music! Oh, Peter. That is brilliant!" And then he dissolved in to giggles, which made way in to gales of laughter that had him squirming on the floor.

"You are horrendous!" Peter shrieked, which only made Thomas laugh more because what kind of sissyman said that?! "You weren't supposed to see!"

"Can't...breathe!"

"You don't HAVE to breathe!" Peter shot back.

"Good...thing!" Thomas squeaked before falling back and laughing some more.

Finally, Peter was able to see the humour in it, and he was laughing too. but not before he'd thrown a pillow at Thomas's head and missed significantly. "I so could have gotten you if I wanted." He mumbled.

Thomas sighed happily, his face still lined with mirth. "Oh, Peter. You got me. You got me good. Thank you for being a complete dork."

Peter gave Thomas a lopsided smile, and he had to admit that it was a relief to see Thomas doing so well. "You're welcome, Thomas. Hey, any time you need a dork, I'm here. I shall fulfill all your dorkly needs."

"Peter?"

"Yeah, Thomas?"

"You shouldn't always say words."

Peter snorted. "I really know." And he winked.