You get out of the shower feeling refreshed to your only day off from work. You put your towel around you as you pace around the room finding one of the t-shirt's of Peter and some denim shorts.
You put on the outfit and sit at the dressing table plugging in your hairdryer but not turning it on. You move your fingers through the wet hair removing some knots as you hum a song from the radio softly playing in the background.
"Aaaaaaghh!!" You scream as powder sprayed to the side of your head as you turned on the hairdryer. It covered half of your face and had gotten stuck on the wet hair. You groan is annoyance as you have fallen for one of Peter's tricks. You hated it so much now.
You try to remove the flour from your hair but no luck. You wipe off your face removing al the flour, emptying an entire tissue box in the process. Giving up you fall onto the bed curling up like a ball and crying.
"Y/n, you home?" You hear Peter ask as he walked around the quiet house. You slowly lift your head up to make sure if you had heard his voice. "Y/n!" You hear your name being called again. You get up holding the hairdryer with the leftover flour in it and ready to turn it on at Peter's face.
"Baby you he-" Before he could finish you turn on the hairdryer spraying flour at his face along with some silly strings.
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"Wha- wha- st- stop! Stop!" He says. Dropping it all you fall on the bed again. "Are you crying?" He asks wiping his face and sitting next to you. "You got flour in your hair." He says messing your hair. "You think?" You say sitting up to face him.
He takes a good look at you. Flour stuck on your damp hair and messed up with the tears. "Babe, I'm so sorry." He says feeling bad.
"Please don't cry. I'll help get it off." He says jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom to run you a bath.
He helps you get rid of the flour in your hair while you just stared at him covered in flour in front of you in the bathtub. "You're not gonna help it off of my hair?" Peter asks.
"Maybe." You say as he runs his fingers through your hair.
