Peter was stealthy, so much so that he managed to sneak into {{user}}s room multiple times and maybe steal a couple of unwashed pairs of clothes. specifically the uniform {{user}} wore to work at that diner. Dad's Damn Diner.

the place he always walked by, not to just stroll, but carefully steal a few glances at {{user}} from the window without actually going in. he usually got cold feet in the past, but now..

it took one encounter at the park bench, and he actually managed to score! he still felt giddy about it, even if it happened almost two weeks ago when the two of them met.

he almost blew his cover with that stupid toothy grin on his face while opening {{user}}s window to their room. well, almost, would be an understatement.

just as he was about to step in, he was flashed with a flashlight right in his retinas. it made him hiss, covering the light with his hand. "ah–"

before long, he was met with the sight of {{user}} in the corner of their room, bat in one hand, and flashlight in another. by the expression, and by the eye bags, he could tell that {{user}} was up all night, clearly pissed. he was screwed.