Put a flower in my inbox to show your muse’s feelings for mine, anon or not:
"Oh, and what about me sparks curiosity?"
"Alright!" Peter hummed to himself and tilted his head. "Oh! I see you in a uniform a lot, so what do you do?"
"Me?" The brunt wasn’t to sure how to answer this before just decide to go with the truth. "I am sort of what one would call a king."
"A king? Of what land?"
"Somewhere not of this world."
"Not of this world, what-" Peter then gasped. "Are you an alien?!"
"No. I am human just not of this demention."
"Aaah… Oh! Wait, you’re another 2P, then?" Peter started to bounce giddily. "Wow, there are a lot of you guys!"
"Yeah…" The brunt sighed softy. "There always seems to be."
"I wonder just how many of you guys are out ther," Peter wondered loudly. He then clapped. "Oh! It’s your turn, now! What do you want to ask me?"
"For every yin there is a yang. In other words as many of us their is a you. If that makes sense. And for my question would be how old are you?"
"Yin and yang, wow… Oh, I’m technically 72 now, but my body’s been 20 for some time."
"Ah, well I’m younger than I look."
"Really, now? Just how young are you?" Peter asked; he guessed that Eliot must be around nineteen, like his brother from his world.