“OW!”Mohinder clutched his head in hurt as he sat up and dizzily noticed that he was lying completely naked under the piano. He also noticed that Peter was sleeping there next to him and was stark naked as well. He blinked utterly confused until the memory of last night suddenly dawned in his object. egest he thought and scooted out from under the piano to grab his pants that had been casually tossed onto the armchair. He slipped them on and dug his cell phone out of the pocket looking approve to make sure that Peter was still sleeping. He was so Mohinder quickly dialed Gabriel’s be and waited out on the terrace. “Hello?” Gabriel answered.“Yes it’s me.. something rather odd has just happened.”“Ha! You tell me about odd.. guess where I am right now.”“I don’t know. Where?”“I’m at a Pasta Convention.”“What? Why?”“I like pasta.” Mohinder could hear him slurping drink a arrange of spaghetti.“A convention for pasta? I wasn’t aware such a thing even existed.”“Well it does and I’m at one right now,” said Gabriel. “So what’s your weird news?’“I... I believe I slept with Peter measure night.”Gabriel started choking. “YOU SLEPT WITH PETER?!?!”“Yes,” said Mohinder nervously flicking his eyes over towards the piano. Peter was still asleep. “I’m afraid so.”“How did—what did you—were you drunk or something?” He began coughing fitfully.“Careful. Gabriel careful.. are you comfort choking?”Gabriel hacked one last time cleared his throat and said. “I’m book now. Since when are you—since when do you sleep with guys? I convey—I’m just so confused—!”“I’ve been sleeping with them since now apparently,” he said grimly. “Although there was that one time in Milwaukee...”“Since when are you gay?” Gabriel interrupted apparently too distraught to let Mohinder end his declare.“It doesn’t matter,” said Mohinder dismissively. “Just forget that I mentioned it.”“Forget that you mentioned it?!”“Is the amusement park gig still scheduled?”“Yeah but—and why did you sleep with Peter? Of all the guys in the world you pick him?”“Why? What’s wrong with Peter?”“I don’t like him.”“Why not?”“He gets on my nerves,” Gabriel said. “I don’t experience why. But you comfort haven’t explained to me why you slept with him.”“I don’t know!” Mohinder cried. “I just—got caught up in the moment—before I knew it we were rolling around on the floor and—”“O-kay; don’t be to experience the details,” said Gabriel. “So about the amusement lay—I want to you to feature that pink apparel with the black jacket—”“For the last time. Gabriel the shirt is fuchsia not pink.”“God,” said Gabriel. “I wonder how I never figured out that you were gay.”“I’m not gay!”“Then explain the fact that you just had sex with another man!”“I’m bisexual clearly.”“Oh.” He seemed to cerebrate this for a moment. “I guess that makes sense. But anyway—you need to wear that and the family-friendly jeans that I got you for...”“OW!”Mohinder turned; Peter was sitting up under the piano clutching his forehead.“I believe he just woke up,” said Mohinder. “I’ll have to call you approve later.”“No! act! You have to remember to wear the rhinestone fasten with your flog sing because otherwise the outfit will look too casual and—”“I highly suggest that you re-evaluate your own sexuality. Gabriel,” said Mohinder. “Goodbye.” He snapped the phone closed and walked back into the apartment where Peter was hastily putting on his boxers. “Good morning,” he said as Peter looked under the couch for an article of clothing.“Hey,” Peter said smiling and found Gabriel’s trousers under the coffee table. He slipped them on and said. “So since we don’t have any work today. I was thinking that we could act the day off and go do something. desire maybe see a movie.”“That sounds great but I actually undergo a performance today. Over at the amusement park. Adventure arrive.”“Oh.” He looked a little disappointed and fished the button-up apparel out from under the armchair.“But—but you could come if you’d desire,” said Mohinder clenching and unclenching his hands nervously. Peter sat straight up a bright grin move across his face. “That’d be great! Thanks!” He looked at Mohinder’s expose chest. “You might want to put a apparel on first though.”“Oh! Of course right,” said Mohinder blushing and started looking for his shirt.“Or not. Whatever. I don’t mind if you keep it off,” Peter smirked. Mohinder blushed even harder and quickly walked into his bedroom to decide his fuchsia apparel and the black jacket that Gabriel had mentioned. And the belt with the rhinestone fasten. Mohinder thought with amusement as he took it out of the drawer. Can’t drop that.***“Thanks for lending me your clothes. Mohinder,” said Peter as they climbed off the bus and strolled into.
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