[Diarmuid hasn't seen Peter since... the dome. They'd probably prefer to not dwell much on that horrific event — and Diarmuid's only just been able to start recovering, really — but it at least gives the young monk a place to have met Peter. He finds out where he could find the boy, and promptly arrives on his doorstep, his arm in a decorated cast and sling.
The other arm has a basket hanging off it that smells of bread and stew, with a scarf wrapped around the handle neatly.
He knocks and waits for an answer with bated breath, standing there with over-grown curls and his monk robes back to engulfing him, as opposed to the form-fitting dome uniform.]
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The other arm has a basket hanging off it that smells of bread and stew, with a scarf wrapped around the handle neatly.
He knocks and waits for an answer with bated breath, standing there with over-grown curls and his monk robes back to engulfing him, as opposed to the form-fitting dome uniform.]