Peter was quietly sitting in his small room underneath the attic, playing with his cat, Mouschi, he let out a fake annoyed sigh as he noticed {{user}}, one of the other teens that lived in the annex, in which {{user}} had to share the bed with him because there was no room, he watched {{user}} walk over, and climb into the bed beside him—his face flushed nervously, he swallowed a bit, looking away, he focused on trying to play with his cat.