Storytelling.

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Who: Peter and Lesley
What: Lesley has a lot to talk about
Where: Disney Castle, a dimly lit room somewhere
When: Sunday, April 25th
Status: Done

Peter opened the door and made his way inside. It was dark inside, something Peter had grown a liking to over the last couple of days. He hadn't slept much in those days, and it showed. His hair looked greasy, his face even paler than usual and his eye-sockets looked even more bruised. He had somehow managed to lose his glasses yesterday and hadn't been able to find them yet in the mess he had made of his own room. He also hadn't shaved in a while. The look on his face didn't really add up to that. It was an excited look with almost childlike glee. After all, it is not everyday you have a friend return from the dead. At least for him it wasn't.

However, the person he found in that room did not look like Peter expected him to.

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"No, I'm...

...damnit I'm bad at improvising."

He chuckled again. Some things never changed, and he was glad they didn't.

"So what's been happening in the real world? I must have been gone for a year!"

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Peter gave a weak smile. It was Lesley. He was, however, still not feeling entirely comfortable. "You've been gone for six days." He remembered each of them vividly.

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His eyes suddenly went wide.

"Six days?" he repeated in disbelief. That was impossible! There's no way it could have been just six days! Okay, he had lost track of time in there, but that was only because the absence of a day/night cycle messed up his internal clock. It was a lie, a rotten lie! His eyes lit up completely, and in a flash of anger he saw himself gutting his friend with sickening satisfaction.

KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW!

And then it was gone, everything was fine again. Sid regained his composture and forced a smile.

"You're kidding me, right?"

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Peter took a step back. "If that stops your eyes from doing that, yes?" He did not want to be in this room right now. That realisation alone saddened him. "But yeah, it's been only six days. I'm guessing it hasn't been that way for you?" He asked, nervously.

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"It's been longer than you think, mate," he sighed, "longer than you think..."

Lesley retrieved his blindfold from one of his pockets and put it back on, it looked like his eyes weren't going to turn normal any time soon. He had expected something like this would happen though, so he had taken some time to train his other senses whenever he wasn't busy saving his arse. It felt weird, but at least he wouldn't be walking into walls. Combat was an entirely different matter though, he was going to need a training for that. But anyway.

"Well then, let's go get those noodles, I'm starving!"

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He really felt guilty for his own reaction now. His friend had gone through a lot. Apparently he had gone through, at the very least, five years while Peter himself had only experienced six days.

But his friend seemed to be looking forward to the prospect of eating. Definitely Lesley. Plus it was a nice change of subject. "Don't mind me, but I'm getting pancakes. I haven't eaten something decent in... six days." Damn.