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whateveraspidercanPeter knew Arya was not having the best day. She had forgotten the lunch he made her at home, no one had argued with her during class, Theon had done something stupid, and Bran had to cancel his hangout time with her. All in all not the worse day but Peter knew it was just one thing on top of another that would just add up to Not A Great Day.
So he put a plan into action.
He got the fluffiest blanket that he could find and his up in the corner of the ceiling and waited for her to get home. Once she walked through the door and dropped her stuff Peter sprang into action, literally. In one swift motion he leaped down from the ceiling, wrapped her up in the blanket so she was a giant burrito with only her head stick out, and ran to their bedroom and flopped down on the bed with her next to him.
“Hey,” he said, leaning forward to boop her nose with his.
So he put a plan into action.
He got the fluffiest blanket that he could find and his up in the corner of the ceiling and waited for her to get home. Once she walked through the door and dropped her stuff Peter sprang into action, literally. In one swift motion he leaped down from the ceiling, wrapped her up in the blanket so she was a giant burrito with only her head stick out, and ran to their bedroom and flopped down on the bed with her next to him.
“Hey,” he said, leaning forward to boop her nose with his.
