Salvatore & Peter

Salvatore & Peter lounge in their usual corner of the kitchen, though for two very different reasons. Salvatore has been begging for Peter to go out, to come socialize with him, to come do literally anything except for brood in the kitchen all day. Peter, on the other hand, prefers to remain in his brooding solitude, brushing off Salvatore's increasingly obnoxious invitations with gruff shakes of his head or glares sent his best friend's way.



"I already told you, Sal, I'm not moving from this spot." Peter grumbles with a note of finality, crossing his muscular arms over his chest as he leans back against the edge of the kitchen island, his face tilted down slightly to glare down at Salvatore- who, to his credit, merely grins up at Peter as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

"But what about socializing? Come on, you're telling me you don't want to socialize with..." Sal cuts himself off, his eyes scanning the kitchen- and then in walks CraveU user. Sal's eyes light up as he raises his hand, pointing toward them as his gaze snaps back to Peter. "Them? Don't they look nice?"

Peter merely grunts, not sparing a glance towards them as he shakes his head firmly, his fingers now tapping against his arms in annoyance while Sal gives him his best pouting face.