C'est pas vrai, Peter.
Pierre avait un engourdissement épouvantable dans son esprit. Il a entendu le bruit d'une crap-tonne métrique de cascades s'écraser et de consommer son esprit, le remplir d'eau glaciale et lugubre. Tant d'émotions -trop nombreuses - inondées dans la piscine, tourbillonnant et fracassé contre son système limbique. D'abord, il était gêné. C'est si horriblement, atrocement embarrassé d'avoir été pris dans une situation aussi enfantine. Cet homme, Peter ne pouvait même pas se rappeler qui exactement c'était cela interrompu, mais cet homme avait eu raison d'étiqueter son comportement comme sophomorique. Entrer dans un conflit, insulter l'autre professeur et montrer une cruauté inutile. Ensuite, il allait aux conseils et se plaignait de son écrasement actuel. Et ce qu'il avait dit à Eric! En tant qu'homme qui s'enorgueillit de faire sourire les gens avant tout, d'essayer d'amener tout le monde au moins un peu de joie, d'aller contre cela et d'être si horrible... Sa honte s'est brûlée à son visage. C'était absolument contre sa propre morale! Après avoir été embarrassé et honteux, il a été blessé. Il a peut-être lancé ses propres mots blessants dans la tête du moment, mais cela n'a pas effacé l'incision aiguë qu'Eric avait faite le long du plongeon dans sa cage thoracique. Il s'est piqué les poumons. 'Spineless' il avait été appelé, le mot encore une autre lame formé de la haine d'Eric. Il n'a même pas osé être en désaccord, confirmant seulement son manque de vertèbres. Pourtant, cela n'avait pas été aussi profond que les conséquences les plus dures d'Eric : que Peter n'était pas assez bon pour son meilleur ami. Encore une fois, le scientifique pourrait-il vraiment discuter avec cela? Il connaissait à peine Jérémie, son histoire ou quelque chose de personnel à son sujet. Eric savait tout, ayant des années sur Peter où il pouvait faire tellement plus pour le musicien que Peter ne pouvait jamais.
C'est ça?
C'est alors que l'esprit de Pierre était tellement concentré sur ses fautes, ses défauts et tout ce qu'il méprisait de lui-même que Jem le saisit et le tira des eaux. Le sauveur de Pet l'a tiré des chutes d'eau qui s'effondrent et l'a tenu dans une étreinte serrée et nécessaire. Au début, Pet était complètement boiteux alors qu'il s'ajustait à la terre sèche et au silence de son esprit. Heureusement, les paroles de son petit ami se sont glissées dans sa stupeur et ont rempli l'espace vide de musique. Après que Jérémie eut fini de parler, la vie retourna dans le cadre de l'homme plus petit. Pierre enveloppa ses bras autour de Jem, ses paumes poussant doucement entre ses omoplates. Son tremblement s'était finalement arrêté alors qu'un soupir rejoignait les notes tourbillonnant dans son esprit.
C'est si bon d'entendre ta voix. J'aime beaucoup ça. Pierre était incroyablement gêné de penser à de telles pensées sentimentales et ne les exprimerait jamais à haute voix. Il a cependant réussi à se détendre et a poussé son visage dans le cou de Jem. Son souffle était doux et calme alors qu'il inhalait lentement. Il ne sentait pas l'odeur de son partenaire, mais il aimait imaginer qu'il sentait comme les belles choses dont il a entendu parler. Comme la vanille, qu'Ava lui avait dit sentait comme une petite cuisine ouverte avec des murs de couleur crème, ou le chèvrefeuille qui était une brise de printemps qui s'est aventuré doucement sur votre visage. Sensations qu'il connaissait. Il a trouvé ces pensées réconfortantes. La réalité de l'habitude de tuer de Jem n'a jamais été permise dans cette ligne de fantasmes.
Finalement, le professeur Kalenki s'est rendu compte qu'il n'avait rien dit en réponse et a tiré son visage pour regarder l'autre professeur avec de grands yeux bleus. "Je pense qu'aller chez toi serait super cool!" Connaissant leurs différences de position (et donc de situation financière), Pierre avait des images dans son esprit de manoirs et de construction de trois histoires. Un canard nageant à travers des montagnes d'or. "Je parie que c'est énorme!" Il a vu couler de l'excitation radioactive, presque rebondissant.
Parfois, la comparaison des chiots était trop ponctuelle.
Peter n'a pas pu s'empêcher de commencer à s'exalter, en pensant déjà à ce qu'il pourrait obtenir de son compagnon comme'merci de m'avoir invité à votre maison' présent. La rencontre dans le couloir s'est évanouie de sa portée d'attention alors qu'il pensait aux diverses activités qu'ils pouvaient faire à la maison de Jem. Comme travailler sur les plans de leçon côte à côte ou s'endormir dans les genoux de l'autre. Ça serait cool?
Name:
Peter Kalenki
Nickname:
For those that he is close to he loves being called "Pet", but if someone calls him that and he is not close enough to them, he'll be incredibly uncomfortable and probably upset.
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
(Pansexual) Almost anyone that's interested in him. He wants to be loved and love other people.
Age:
25
Occupation:
Science Teacher
Appearance and attire:
As Pet is a new teacher, fresh out of college with the shine of the inexperienced, he has an incredibly young and fresh look to his face. His features are smoothed out like river rocks, without any harsh lines or angles. His dark brown hair is just a bit too long and almost constantly messy, always falling into his ocean blue eyes. He's 5'7'' and chooses to ignore the fact that many of his own students reach higher than he ever could. Many of the more athletic students have labeled him as "fragile" and "scrawny", but he prefers "lean". It's rare for anyone to find him without a gentle smile on his face and tranquility within his eyes.
Work Attire- His outfits never seem to change past color pallets. You could not catch this man dead during school hours without a button up shirt (length of sleeves irrelevant) and a tie. He prefers to mix dark colors with light. Dark pants, dark shirt, light tie. Any sort of combination. He has slight astigmatism but is too proud to get glasses and sometimes has headaches during class.
Outside of work- Pet's favorite type of clothes are three sizes too big. He grew up in a large family with multiple siblings, so hand-me-downs were more common than not and nothing ever fit right. Now, when he slides into a t-shirt that hangs past his hips, he feels the comfort of being surrounded by his siblings. However, when going out in public, his clothes always fit right, his hair is always neatly combed and he looks very similar to how he looks at work.
Personality/Behavior:
Around others: Pet has the heart of an extrovert. His entire attitude is based on the idea "If you're happy, then I am happy". He tries his hardest to make everyone he meets feel happy and content and refused to accept the reality that not everyone you meet will be happy. He likes to make jokes and say kind words to everyone, just to be able to see their lips pull into a lovely smile. He treats everyone like a friend right away and greets everyone with a big wide grin. He makes sure to always encourage his students to have fun with everything they do and always tries his hardest to put a fun spin on things. He's horrendously new to the teaching business and because of this, he hasn't yet learned that a big smile isn't always the best way to rule a classroom. He tends to get trampled on by the stronger personalities in the class and can sometimes lose control. In these cases, he can get very flustered and won't know what to do. He's still in the learning process. After a bad day in the classroom, he will often times hunt out a busy cafe or something equivalent in atmosphere and sit himself down and soak in the ambiance. Surrounding himself with the babble of people, he'll sigh and manage to relax.
Another little quirk is that he almost never cusses and would never ever cuss in front of his class. He'd have to be pretty worked up to let slip any little f-bombs.
By himself: Once he's alone, he becomes a very different person. With no one left to please, he often deflates and will rarely smile. He becomes much more introspective. He's terrible at dealing with his own emotions and often times let them fester and spoil inside of him until they have to be released somehow. In this way, he can sometimes explode into fits when he's not focused on the wants of someone else. This is one of the reasons he doesn't like to be alone. More often than not, Pet will make a nest upon his couch, switch on the tv and fall asleep to the voices of the actors.

Pet was born into a large, devote catholic family. Life was simple and comfortable at the lower end of middle class life. He was the fourth of nine children and was the oldest of the youngest children. The youngest of his three older siblings was in middle school by the time he could truly treasure memories away in his hippocampus. They were soon out of the house and free of responsibility just as a hurricane came full force upon the lives of the Kalenki family. It started off with a simple collision on the road. Pet's father had been returning from a friend's house, just a little past buzzed. He got into an accident that was quickly deemed his fault due to the alcohol in his system. He was sued and his license was taken away for three months. Pet's father had also sustained a terrible back injury that put him through multiple surgeries. After a while, the insurance companies called it quits on the family and they were left to try and cope on their own. Pet's father's work at a local community college also gave up on him, laying him off despite his years of compliance and loyalty. Bills piled onto bills and made giant bill babies. They had to move to a tiny apartment, the rent of which they could never hope to make on time. His mother became the only provider for the family and his father was gone into his own head most of the time. He had sworn off alcohol after the accident but had found a more powerful replacement: painkillers. Food was scarce and minimal. Neither parent was ever really around at that point and it became Pet's job to take care of his five younger siblings. He spent his young life keeping them happy and smiling. "Ramen Noodles again?!" "Hey, hey! What are you complaining about? Tonight, we're eating beef flavored brains!" . He never had to deal with the stress of the situation until he was forced to be on his own.
He didn't want to leave his family. He wanted to get a job in town and help provide and add more food to the table and more meals to the day. He wanted to live in the town he grew up in. He wanted to stay. However, his mother had other plans, wanting for him a life that included a higher education. She had saved and saved and saved and gave him enough money to leave their home state and find anywhere else. With a heavy heart and a light bag, he left. College was hard. Living on his own was hard. It was so hard in fact, things got so heavy and dark in his mind, he still bears the scars of wanting to make everything go away. He survived. He endured. He made it through college with crippling debt, but his father's old job as a professor gave him contacts in the teaching world and somehow, Pet found himself in his second year at Blackthorne Academy.
Now, Pet lives his life on the comfort of sounds and found himself hopelessly drawn to the main conductor of noise.

From oldest to youngest:
Ezekial (Zeke) 33 A large gay priest out of state.
Chloe 32 A Sunday School teacher
Samantha (Sam) 30 Wedding Planner but still single herself
Peter (Pet) 25 Science Teacher
Joanna (Jo) 23 (Twin) McDonlad's #1 employee
Timothy (Timmy) 23 (Twin) Burger Kings #1 employee (there's a playful rivalry between the twins that often involves frozen meat patties in places where cold objects are not welcome "What the shit Jo?! Not in my gosh dang pants!"
Ava 21 A smol gay living with her girlfriend and trying to become a licensed psychologist. Enjoyed describing smells to Pet in ways he might understand them, being a bit of a poet. "Apple pie smells like a quilt right out of the dryer, wrapped around you and your whole family. Like a big hug."
Felicity (Cece) 20 Staying home, taking care of parents.
Micah (Mikey) 19 Ran away after Pet left and now won't speak to him (hella angry). Lives with his fiancé out of state. Was always the clingiest to Pet and a bit of a brat to everyone else, perhaps a little bit, really spoiled.

Fears:
Being absolutely, completely, insanely alone. Sometimes, he'll stop breathing just thinking about it.
Making someone cry.
Never being able to pay off his debts.
Extras:
Despite being an uke, he sometimes really likes to be the big spoon. Just to be able to hold his love in his arms and make sure they're not going to disappear from his side.
Pet will avoid certain parts of town, dodging inquiries about the debts he had yet to repay...
An interesting fact about this science enthusiast is that he has absolutely no sense of smell. He will often make jokes about it in class with his kids. He doesn't mind the incompetence of his olfactory nerves, so much as he mourns the effect it has on his taste. Many meals fall flat upon his tongue and because of this, he hunts out extreme flavors that he can feel. His favorite thing is spicy food, because that he can feel in his eyes, his nose, his throat. You won't catch him dead without a little bottle of hot sauce in his book bag. He enjoys horrifying his students by pouring it into his coffee.
His siblings will visit him randomly as guest, sometimes sitting in on one of his lessons. Pet has probably never been as flustered as he is when one of his siblings is in his classroom.