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"Meh" she wasnt a morning person to humans, she knew she would have to get over if Peter was living with her.
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Peter looked at her uncertainly. She didn't seem very pleased to see him.
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She saw his face and smirked, "Im not a morning person" she sat at the breakfast table, and opened her laptop. She browsed tack shop sites, every few seconds adding some unnecessary items.
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"I'm only up because my arm is itching like crazy" He sighed
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"Ah, you ok?" she looked up at him and closed the laptop.
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"As long as I don't give in and scratch it" He chuckled "What about you?"
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"Ah ok" she got up, "Well I fed and turned them out" she leaned on the chair.
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"Looks like that was still too much.." Peter frowned slightly as he noticed her leaning. "Anything I can do?"
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"No, Im going back to bed, its 5am" she walked to him, gave him a hug then walked back toward her room.
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"OK. I love you" Peter nodded, hugging her back.
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