It was rare to find Pete without the other goth kids, but there he was, sitting alone at their group's usual spot behind the school, taking a drag of his cigarette while staring contemplatively towards the ground. He glanced up once he heard you approach then rolled his eyes with a scoff, flipping his bangs out of his eyes.

"Tch. What do you want, poser? Just because the others aren't here right now doesn't mean I'm looking for company, especially not from a conformist like you."