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When duty called, there was nowhere in the city that Peter would rather find himself than exactly where his brother asked him to be. Meetings, battles, funds, heroics – if it was asked of him, he'd be there, regardless of wherever he was located or whatever he was doing prior to the call, even if those “wherever”s and “whatever”s were associated with his actual job with the League. (Especially if they had to do with his actual job with the League.) When Parker called, that meant that there was money to be made in the old fashioned way – and not just by sitting around in a fancy house he'd only just started to think of as “home” and crushing adult challengers who thought they needed to “go easy” on “some poor kids” who “only got these jobs because of looks”. To good way; actually putting those looks to use and suckering poor saps passing by on the street out of their money to help with mom's “violent tantrums” and dad's “crippling heroin addiction”. Or maybe they'll be playing out the role of magicians this time; who knows? All he knows is that it's fun for all parties: the twins get to practice their acting, the denizens of the street get to balance out their “karmas”, whatever those are, more money allotted for the purchase of exclusively candy is pocketed away, and everyone goes home happy. Especially Parker. Nothing better than that, is there?[break][break]

The psychic was ducking and swerving his way to such a place at that very moment, in fact. Years of memorizing these streets, main or otherwise, made traveling from Point A to Point B a near thoughtless task, the act of bending to miss an extended arm here or twisting to just barely miss a collision there effortless and, dare he say it, graceful. Well, as graceful as making his way through an overly packed crowd could be. Parker had predicted a good turnout in the shopping district today: a sizable distance from their lonely little apartment in the downtown area, certainly. Still, if his knowledge of all of the barely-used back roads hadn't let up between today and the last time he'd had to call upon it (yesterday), he should have been able to arrive at the designated spot in a half hour's half-walk, half-sprint. Things would be of smoother sailing once he was off of the main roads, away from the congested sea of people that resulted from too many people being stuffed inside a city that had walled itself off by means of self preservation. If there was going to be anyone who wasn't so afraid of the possibility of getting mugged in a shady, dirty alleyway, though, he was glad it was him and not the dozens of people he slipped through like water now. Muggers weren't even that hard to stop, anyway; seriously, he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what the big fuss about them was. The thought barely even crossed his mind then, however, lost to his fixation on the prize at the end of his trip and which turn up ahead would get him away from these people the quickest. It would have taken some great feat to break him out of his reverie – but Arceus, was the a feat waiting for him, packaged prettily in the form of a person by her lonesome on the other side (what looked to be the miraculously empty other side, to be precise) of the street. More specifically, a girl.[break][break]

Even more specifically, the prettiest girl Peter had ever laid eyes on.[break][break]

Needless to say, when he came to an abrupt halt, the citizens behind him were not so quick to pick up on it, and down, down, down he went, toppling due to one reverie being suddenly swapped out for another. Not that he cared much about the fall or the aftermath of it. Even the angry shout of a man now leaving - “Stupid kid, watch where you're going!” - was lost to him, swallowed by the sea that filled his ears and blinded by the tunnel vision that took over his eyes. For one frightening second, the gym leader was afraid he would stand and right himself only to find that it was an illusion – but alas, there she was, right where he'd seen her, and just as stunning as the first time his charcoal gaze had locked onto her. Even better, perhaps not for her but most certainly for him, was that she appeared to be at a loss for where she was going, loitering in a place that held nothing at all of interest. Maybe a goddess such as herself would scoff at the notion of a filthy mortal offering aid that she may or may not have needed in the first place, but at this point, he was pretty darn sure that she could step on his face and he's be alright with that. Heck, if he was being honest with himself, the dirt off her shoe was probably worth more than him in his entirety. Face steppings suddenly didn't sound as bad as they usually did.[break][break]

“Uh – e-excuse me, miss,” Peter said once the street had been crossed, cursing himself for the stutter in his voice and his inability to recall how one was to come off as “cool and collected”. What would Parker do in this situation? Probably not present himself as the living personification of a train wreck. A shame they were twins and not the same person. “Did – Did you need help getting somewhere?”