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wiped (petergrew) wrote in anon_rpg,

Work had been less than enjoyable and by the time that seven rolled around, Peter was worked into a tizzy. He was so excited to see Marlene that work was unbearable - she was coming over and he was going to see her for the first time in ages (though it was really two weeks) and he was actually a little nervous about it. Marlene was perfection and he was definitely not that, at least not today - his shirt was smeared with plant remains and his clothes smelled distinctly like leather and gardenias.

He wanted to shower, it was awful.

By the time he got home, he realized that he was going to be late, if not more, for when Marlene arrived. He started to unbutton his shirt as he made his way up the stairs but felt that he wasn't going to be alone when he got there. Sure enough, when he opened the door he instantly felt her there. He closed his eyes and took a breath in, attempting to figure out if she was in his apartment.

"Mar," he called out cautiously, hand gripping his wand steadily, "Is that you?"