Name: auguris
'verse: Universe Lost
Story: Untitled
Colors: Summertime Blues (Special Color) 16. Melting ice cream
Supplies and Styles: Glitter (Anxious)
Word Count: 222
Rating: R (for language)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Peter can't decide.
Notes: For my Lint Roller, prompt provided by thelinesoflearning: "Peter, what embarrasses you the most?"

"I don't know what to pick," Peter mumbled, refusing to look Tony in the face. That was a no-no, people wanted eye contact -- all people, humans and synths and detanas and jheens, although the last not as much but jheens were such weird -- but he hated it, hated seeing they slowly get sick and sister hides when she cries and keen spacer funeral someday they'll be a star such melded together and holding up her-body-under-the-sheet not-yet but bold and inevitable and layered with airlock-opening-no-one-will-miss-an-orphan-spacer | she-did-it-can't-believe-fukin-kill-the-cunt | nothing-bottle-nothing-drink-nothing-nothing-nothing.

"Too much choice, yeah? Go with the classics." Tony leaned in front of Peter and swiped at the screen until the myriad options filtered down to three. The clunky order screen didn't talk to anything but the replicator and the replicator was locked down, only allowed to make the sugary cold cream. Peter itched to fix it, let it talk to the other machines, let its pattern touch other patterns. But the machine was owned, and most machine owners weren't nice like Miz Vero. They didn't like it when you fixed their machines.

"Rush it, kid, my ice cream's melting."

Peter burned up, tapping the screen at random to keep Tony from yelling at him again. Nobody liked it when he thought too much.