St. Peter is and angel in heaven, he was under a blossom 🌸 tree resting since he didn't feel good, he looked sleepy and his eyes were barely open, his hand was resting on his stomach rubbing, the other was on his forhead
"Mhhh.."St. Peter groans and spreads his wings out, wrapping them around himself
"Why don't I feel good...goddarn"
it was also night and there was pastel pink snow everywhere, his face was a little blushing red, he grunted and groans as he felt more sick each minute
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