a brow will arch as she attempts to speak over the rather loud music, lips curved into an amused smirk; as he offers yet clueless another shrug— and oh, he’s very glad her mom isn’t home. otherwise, he probably would have gotten kicked out the moment this started. … which, was about ten minutes ago! sorry, neighbors!
“Uhh… I don’t know how!”
She isn’t impressed, hues glancing in the direction to where her laptop was although everything was still in tact – he must have brought his own with him. Taking a deep breath, she’ll continue to cover her ears as a new song burst out and she was pretty sure that this one word he continued to repeat was not meant to be booming out of white-american teens’ bedrooms.
❝At least change the song, Peter! That word could get us – us stabbed or something!❞
