volume 1

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[ Peter has no idea how he ended up here, on a couch, listening to a bunch of middle aged women and a few other assorted people talk about Pride and Prejudice. He lost count of how many times he was nearly force fed a cookie by some woman claiming that he's too skinny, and this is starting to feel like all those dreams about showing up to class without any pants on.

He's barely said anything about the book since showing up, instead opting to just sort of listen, and nod every once in awhile. It's easier to just agree with everyone than to pretend he cares about a rich guy marrying some poor guy's daughter. Great, it's heartfelt and mooshy, he gets it.

Running a hand down his face, he flips through the book again for what feels like the hundredth time, stopping on some page to skim through a paragraph, while another woman starts to talk about the historical ramifications of things that Peter chooses to ignore. At this point, he's pretty sure he's forgotten why he even agreed to this in the first place. ]

So what do you think about the book? [ And it's the first question actually directed at him. Oh yeah, this is exactly like those pantsless dreams he used to have, and now he's just... at a total loss for words. ]

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[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[She lets go a little abruptly, a faint blush visible across her cheeks.] It's .. room-y. Well, sort of. It's gotten me through anyway.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter can't help but smile a little - it's rare that he's ever involved in flustering a female. ] Served its purpose, then.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

[Buffy would object to being called ~flustered~ .. or a ~female~ This isn't 1952.]

Purpose-y. [She agrees, glancing out the window, the cemetery just outside it.] And view-y. See? Three for three.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Look, she's both of them even if it's not 1952. And she's a tough bitch too, but Peter's not exactly talented with the ~ladies~ ]

I don't know if the view out my window's any better.

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

Who ever said windows were for looking out of? [She gets up off the bed, suddenly feeling ~awkward~] Other than, you know, the guy who invented them.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

What else would you do with a window? [ Peter shifts so he's sitting on the edge of it, because there's nothing weirder than... sitting on the bed of a girl he just met. ]

[slayerpreferred.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it has...other uses. [What even is she talking about sob. So awkward.] They just haven't been discovered yet!