Peter still somehow had a sinking feeling about this, that it would end up in disaster and arguments. He was a teenager after all, and it wasn’t like he was a properly functioning adulty teenager; he was a giant heaping mess. “I can try on the first one,” he counted off on his fingers, “And I will definitely try on the second one but I will almost always remember the third. Promise.”
His own eyes bugged at the sight of Miguel’s bright red eyes. He kinda looked like Satan in a weird way and made Peter want to hiss and throw holy water at him. But just a little. “How the heck do you function with eyes like those, dude? I mean, super scary and intimidating but impractical for day-to-day humaning.”