MandADottie14 I typed this on the bus quickly.
Dominik closed his eyes, leaning back in the rocking chair.
He had to deal with too much shit, so he relished in moments of peace.
Which never lasted for long.
~Upstairs~
Peter giggled quietly, adding the last touches to the 'drawings' on Eric.
Yes, ON Eric.
Eric had blamed him for knocking down the vase- which he hadn't - and got him in trouble.
He was now acting as a really fun character:
Karma, bitch.
Eric snored slightly, and Peter jumped, then breathed out softly.
Slowly, he backed away, feeling very accomplished.
Peter then went outside to climb some trees in the forest.
~little time skip~
"WHERE IS THAT LITTLE FUCKER-"
"Watch your language!"
"WATCH MY LANGUAGE?! I LOOK LIKE IM THE EMBODIMENT OF THE LGBT+ COMMUNITY!!"
Dominik gritted his teeth, then grabbed a panicking and pissed Eric.
"Calm. Down." There was obvious threat in his voice.
Eric shut up, mostly.
Lots of different flags, letters, and other such littered across every patch of skin you could see.
His shirt was a rainbow. Enough said.
Peter entered the house from the back door, stopping when he saw Eric and Dominik.
"What happened?" He slyly smiles, faking concern and confusion.
"'What happened- STOP ACTING INNOCENT YOU DID THIS!"
"Me? I've been in the forest all day." He motioned to the leaves and dirt on his jacket and in his hair.
"Let me look at your hands." Dominik motioned Peter over.
Peter walked over confidently, and held out both hands, even pushing up his sleeves.
There was no colors to say yea, nay or maybe.
"Eric. He has nothing on his hands and arms. Are you sure he did this?" He crossed his arms, and Eric knew what would happen.
Peter had somehow removed the colors.
Dominik is gonna think Eric did this to himself.
Great.
"I guess not..." Eric poured, crossing his arms.
But he locked eyes with Peter, and knew what this meant.
This meant war.
