seriously, susan has no idea how they've managed not to get arrested beforehand. if she can read a cop from a block away, peter should be able to too, but no, instead she walks into their hotel room to find the bed occupied.
"i don't believe you!" she exclaims, throwing up her hands and letting the blueprints scatter across the floor. for the love of god, the fed's gun is tangled in with his jacket and pants on the floor. either peter is really that oblivious or he really likes playing with fire.
"uh," says the fed, scrambling for his pants.
"susan," peter says, "come on."
"are you stupid?" susan demands. "i mean, really, are you stupid? or suicidal? because there are much easier ways to get into jail!"
"probably not as much fun, though," peter points out reasonably.
she reaches down, wads up one of the blueprints, and throws it at his head.
the fed stops what he's doing, looks at the papers she's just dropped, then back and forth between the two of them. "oh, hey," he begins. "you two aren't actually boyfriend and girlfriend, are you?"
"if we were, he would be so dumped," susan says, and ignores peter as he makes a sharp throat-cutting gesture.
"you're peter and susan pevensie, aren't you," the fed says, like it's not a question at all. "we've been looking for you."
susan has never seen peter move so quickly in her life.
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boy, is peter getting lucky that day.
trust peter to pick up a cop.
and not just any cop, a fed.
seriously, susan has no idea how they've managed not to get arrested beforehand. if she can read a cop from a block away, peter should be able to too, but no, instead she walks into their hotel room to find the bed occupied.
"i don't believe you!" she exclaims, throwing up her hands and letting the blueprints scatter across the floor. for the love of god, the fed's gun is tangled in with his jacket and pants on the floor. either peter is really that oblivious or he really likes playing with fire.
"uh," says the fed, scrambling for his pants.
"susan," peter says, "come on."
"are you stupid?" susan demands. "i mean, really, are you stupid? or suicidal? because there are much easier ways to get into jail!"
"probably not as much fun, though," peter points out reasonably.
she reaches down, wads up one of the blueprints, and throws it at his head.
the fed stops what he's doing, looks at the papers she's just dropped, then back and forth between the two of them. "oh, hey," he begins. "you two aren't actually boyfriend and girlfriend, are you?"
"if we were, he would be so dumped," susan says, and ignores peter as he makes a sharp throat-cutting gesture.
"you're peter and susan pevensie, aren't you," the fed says, like it's not a question at all. "we've been looking for you."
susan has never seen peter move so quickly in her life.