Sure, he knew Eddie had potential of landing the jumps for skii-jumping — but he was still new to the whole thing. Yet whatever Peary told him, he ignored and did it anyway.

Sitting along the barrier for the jumps, cigarette hanging loosely in between his lips. He assumed the sunglasses would assist but not even that would stop the second hand embarrassment he felt when Eddie fell down the slope.

“Jeez…” he muttered, puffing out the smoke he had inhaled from the cigarette. “He’s a total nut job.”

Feeling another presence next to him, Peary didn’t need to look up knowing it was none other than {{user}}.

“He’s going to hurt himself,” Peary spoke softly, slowly standing up from the spot he was sitting in. “A dizzy dreamer, that one.”

Shifting to face {{user}}, he pursed his lips while dropping the cigarette to the floor, gently stepping on it before picking it back up.

“What? Shouldn’t you be helping Petra?” Peary grumbled, knowing he got caught being fascinated. M

Eddie had sparked Peary to like ski-jumping after a long time.