Major Peter strolled down the streets of Lexicalia nonchalantly, twirling his dagger between his finger, whistling as he coolly surveyed the area. The Pallette stood, bright and gleaming, at the edge of the main street, with Rosalie's mechanic shop across the street. The streets of Lexicalia had been rather unpopulated lately, but Major Peter knew that he'd been deployed as Major of the Lexicalian Military for some reason - right?
A few locals walked by him, undisturbed, and he smiled to them warmly, tilting his hat down - I swear, Peter giggled, Major Jasper's Southern hospitality has rubbed off on me. Taking a seat at a bench near the edge of the park, Major Peter stretched out his legs, just taking a break. It really was a lovely day today.
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