[ Admittedly, his first thought of "werewolf professor" was that it does seem dangerous, but he also knows his opinion of werewolves has only ever been formed by the fictional things he's seen. And... well, Peter really has no place to judge anyone else for becoming something dangerous, does he.
It's almost easy to forget about that whole... thing, though, in the moment. He can't ever forget about it completely, but for just a few moments — as he sits there with his hands pressed lightly over his eyes, listening to the little sounds of Luna moving around, Peter can kind of forget about Paimon and the fact Luna's strange new relationship(?) with him is some absolutely horrifying unknown. For a moment, his heart skips beats from a pleasant nervousness instead of a frightened one.
Then she's telling him he can look, and he does — slowly lowering his hands, slowly turning around, still sitting on the floor and neck tilted back to look up at her. Her hat's kind of hanging half off of his head now, and Peter reaches up to slip it off, carefully, setting it down. He takes in the clothing, his eyes drifting downwards and then back up, and with that motion his ears are.... reddening at the tips. ]
You look so cool, [ he says, with a shy little grin, but an earnest one. He does think she looks cool — all put-together and witch-chic in the uniform. Slowly, Peter draws one knee up towards his chest and props an elbow on it, fingers fiddling with his ear, because it.... burns. Stop that. ]
Some uh, Muggles wear school uniforms kind of like that, but definitely not with a cloak. [ His shy smile turns a little dopey, relaxing a bit. ] I really like it.
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It's almost easy to forget about that whole... thing, though, in the moment. He can't ever forget about it completely, but for just a few moments — as he sits there with his hands pressed lightly over his eyes, listening to the little sounds of Luna moving around, Peter can kind of forget about Paimon and the fact Luna's strange new relationship(?) with him is some absolutely horrifying unknown. For a moment, his heart skips beats from a pleasant nervousness instead of a frightened one.
Then she's telling him he can look, and he does — slowly lowering his hands, slowly turning around, still sitting on the floor and neck tilted back to look up at her. Her hat's kind of hanging half off of his head now, and Peter reaches up to slip it off, carefully, setting it down. He takes in the clothing, his eyes drifting downwards and then back up, and with that motion his ears are.... reddening at the tips. ]
You look so cool, [ he says, with a shy little grin, but an earnest one. He does think she looks cool — all put-together and witch-chic in the uniform. Slowly, Peter draws one knee up towards his chest and props an elbow on it, fingers fiddling with his ear, because it.... burns. Stop that. ]
Some uh, Muggles wear school uniforms kind of like that, but definitely not with a cloak. [ His shy smile turns a little dopey, relaxing a bit. ] I really like it.