Peter really should have expected his first day to not go well. When in the history of ever had he ever had a good first day of school. Parkerluck was always out to strike and he should have been ready for it.
But he wasn't.
So when he got too close to the exeggutor to get a closer look his senses just barely started to prickle at the back of his neck before very suddenly that tail is moving and he's being slammed into wall, a vague Peter-shaped impression now in the wall.
"I think-I think I'm just gonna... sit this one out." He decides, now just laying on the floor.
"Spina?" Shelob poked him gently in the cheek to see if he was okay.
{ B. Lavender Death. }
Once he's mostly recovered from his embarrassment and bruises have all but fully healed, Peter's feeling a lot less like he wants to just go home in curl in his bed. That is until about mid-day and he's in the middle of one of his science classes. The moment he stepped into the room, he noted it smells different-very flowery and doesn't really give it a second thought aside from that.
It starts small-just itchy eyes and a scratchy throat which he ignores for the most part as he's much too focused on taking notes. But it gets worse and worse and finally he finds himself needing to scratch his neck and arms.
"What the heck?" He asks himself before pulling his sleeves up. "Hives?" Well, shit. He knew that smell was familiar. He coughs once rubs at his eyes.
"H-hey..." He raises his arm. "I uh-I think I might be having an allergic to the lavender, can I step outside?" He asks, his voice a tad scratchy.
The dice were not in his favor for day one.
Peter really should have expected his first day to not go well. When in the history of ever had he ever had a good first day of school. Parkerluck was always out to strike and he should have been ready for it.
But he wasn't.
So when he got too close to the exeggutor to get a closer look his senses just barely started to prickle at the back of his neck before very suddenly that tail is moving and he's being slammed into wall, a vague Peter-shaped impression now in the wall.
"I think-I think I'm just gonna... sit this one out." He decides, now just laying on the floor.
"Spina?" Shelob poked him gently in the cheek to see if he was okay.
{ B. Lavender Death. }
Once he's mostly recovered from his embarrassment and bruises have all but fully healed, Peter's feeling a lot less like he wants to just go home in curl in his bed. That is until about mid-day and he's in the middle of one of his science classes. The moment he stepped into the room, he noted it smells different-very flowery and doesn't really give it a second thought aside from that.
It starts small-just itchy eyes and a scratchy throat which he ignores for the most part as he's much too focused on taking notes. But it gets worse and worse and finally he finds himself needing to scratch his neck and arms.
"What the heck?" He asks himself before pulling his sleeves up. "Hives?" Well, shit. He knew that smell was familiar. He coughs once rubs at his eyes.
"H-hey..." He raises his arm. "I uh-I think I might be having an allergic to the lavender, can I step outside?" He asks, his voice a tad scratchy.