"Tell me about it," Peter mutters under his breath. "Getting a beatdown from the guards doesn't sound like a party to me."
If that's what Giovannia thinks is a good time, he has to wonder what the guy thinks an actual crapfest looks like.
Scary thought.
Peter shifts from where he's been sitting, planting his hands on his knees so he can lever himself up into a slightly stiff standing position with muscles protesting and a sore butt that wasn't a huge fan of the floor. At least they didn't bother restraining them them outside of the actual cell...which could swing in a few ways: either they're that sure this place is like Alcatraz and they'll be lucky to make it ten feet from the door or they assume that whatever's outside the prison's walls are way worse. Peter looks at the bright side - at least he gets to stand up and move around, and the cooler part? He isn't chained to Giovanni either.
"Okay, so I'll do the sweet talking. Rate you're going, you're gonna triple-dog dare them to take a swing at us," Peter glances at his cellmate, the look on his face? See, that right there? Way too confident for someone who doesn't have a legit escape plan of his own up his sleeves that's a little more concrete than Beat the Jackasses a new one and hope that all works out. "Did they say anything to you before you got in here?"
Because Peter, he remembers getting into the training module and then waking up facedown on the floor, with Giovanni already awake and looking almost quietly amused at everything.
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If that's what Giovannia thinks is a good time, he has to wonder what the guy thinks an actual crapfest looks like.
Scary thought.
Peter shifts from where he's been sitting, planting his hands on his knees so he can lever himself up into a slightly stiff standing position with muscles protesting and a sore butt that wasn't a huge fan of the floor. At least they didn't bother restraining them them outside of the actual cell...which could swing in a few ways: either they're that sure this place is like Alcatraz and they'll be lucky to make it ten feet from the door or they assume that whatever's outside the prison's walls are way worse. Peter looks at the bright side - at least he gets to stand up and move around, and the cooler part? He isn't chained to Giovanni either.
"Okay, so I'll do the sweet talking. Rate you're going, you're gonna triple-dog dare them to take a swing at us," Peter glances at his cellmate, the look on his face? See, that right there? Way too confident for someone who doesn't have a legit escape plan of his own up his sleeves that's a little more concrete than Beat the Jackasses a new one and hope that all works out. "Did they say anything to you before you got in here?"
Because Peter, he remembers getting into the training module and then waking up facedown on the floor, with Giovanni already awake and looking almost quietly amused at everything.