JGoB, Saturday Morning

[lockestheway]

Peter had been gone from the island for a very... unfortunate while. After his brother's defection, he'd retreated to Bavaria to lick his wounds. But he'd always known it wouldn't be forever: that he would return, reclaim his position on the island - tsh, on all the Starks, and the Skywalkers, and whoever else - and have some damn good pastries.

"I vill have the espresso," he told the wench at the counter, and tapped his cane on the floor.

His minions... they would know. Oh, they'd know he was here. He'd given the signal, and now they would come. They had to come.

After all, there were microchips involved. Or brainwashing. Or bribes. Or just plain evil. Look, even Peter forgot what plot twist was held responsible for his minions from day to day.

[[ for Peter's minions, but also open to anyone else, with a note that I am currently stuck at a filming location and will be on heavy SP for a few more hours... ]]

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[lockestheway]

"It iz nice to be back," he said, "And quite good to zee you here again..."

Cue the unnecessarily long Look he gave her.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie granted him one of her rare, rare smiles. It was a bit more genuine than what the wedding guests would be getting tomorrow, but she was more than a little broken by her secretly tragic life, so smiling was always prone to giving way to smirking.

There was always more reason to smirk.

"Well, that's good to hear."

[lockestheway]

Of course it was. And of course Peter was just going to smirk back - lasciviously, but not without saying anything. (Besides, she was blonde. Valentine wasn't blonde. That meant Natalie was deficient.)

"Shall we?" he asked, offering up his arm.

His evil, evil arm.

[whenshewasnice]

There were better ways of getting ahead at life than sharing a hair colour with someone, anyway. Even if that someone was her superior's sister, who he had a not at all creepy infatuation with.

She gave the floor a mock coy look, then took his offered arm. "Onwards to glory, Peter."