[Peter sees the ball fly in the lady's direction and winces the moment it makes contact with her. Oops. He's running over as she picks up the ball, Bumblebee leaping ahead of him before barking up at the young woman excitedly when she sees the ball in her hand.
Peter comes to a halt in front of the woman, panting a little.]
It is! Sorry...!
[He can't help but be curious about the accent. He doesn't really recognise it as Swedish immediately-- somewhere in Northern Europe though? Must be! His own accent is British, something he hasn't lost despite having moved to America five years ago now.
He feels rather guilty as he takes the ball from her; he hopes it didn't hurt too much!]
Are you okay? I must be stronger than I thought! [He grins, despite himself. He's admittedly kind of proud of how far he's been able to throw that ball lately.]
:') hi not!mama
Peter comes to a halt in front of the woman, panting a little.]
It is! Sorry...!
[He can't help but be curious about the accent. He doesn't really recognise it as Swedish immediately-- somewhere in Northern Europe though? Must be! His own accent is British, something he hasn't lost despite having moved to America five years ago now.
He feels rather guilty as he takes the ball from her; he hopes it didn't hurt too much!]
Are you okay? I must be stronger than I thought! [He grins, despite himself. He's admittedly kind of proud of how far he's been able to throw that ball lately.]