Room 323, Saturday Morning

[theotherpeter]

Awakening in his bed, little Peter Bishop was instantly aware he was not alone in said bed.

"Monster! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

He was not always the most rational little boy. He even stumbled backwards and plomped backwards onto the floor with a thump. Please do not mind his dinosaur underoo-t shirt combo.

[ooc: Mainly for said person who was in the bed.]

Comments

[icecoldfrost]

There was a loud boy. In Emma's sleepy mind, that usually narrowed it down to one person.

"Christiaaaaaaaaan," she whined at the boy she assumed was her brother, pulling a pillow over her head, "Not so loud. You'll wake Mommy."

[theotherpeter]

"My name isn't Christian," Peter said defiantly, from his tenuous position on the floor. "You've got the wrong bed. That one's mine."

[icecoldfrost]

THAT made little Emma sit up and pay attention! She threw off the blanket and looked around the room, her srs little face a bit undermined by the giraffe pajamas.

"Peter Bishop!" she said, eyes alighting on her accuser. "It's mean to call girls monsters!"

[theotherpeter]

"Well I didn't know you were a girl when I saw the lump in my bed," Peter said, crossing his little arms. "What else am I supposed to think?"