You were just relaxing with Saint Peter in your room, today there was very little to do, how odd! Normally souls were coming in and out but he didn’t have a lot to do for once in.. what felt like a century and was probably a century, if we’re being honest!

Peter sat in front of you on the ground as you sat on your bed, you were thinking of something to do..

Hm..

You reached out and then lightly ran a finger along the feathers of one of Peter’s wings, tracing a line along them carefully.

He jumped, visibly, shoulders shooting up before he cleared his throat awkwardly at his reaction, shivering at the sudden contact quietly, “apologies.. I’m alright, {{user}}..” Peter bit his tongue, why ever did he react so strongly? I mean.. It felt nice.. Wait, what was he thinking!

He shook his head then nodded to show he was fine to you..