Seeing Adam nearly fall brought the ghost of a smile to Pets face, amusement sparkling in his eyes more than across his lips. ”I thought... maybe you went crazy.” Peter shrugged, and nodded a polite little greeting to Coffee, not expecting the creature to even glance at him. Animals never liked him.
”I’ve been... I’m busy. So I can’t walk at different times.” Peters eyes drifted to the farmhouse, his brows pinching just the slightest, then flicked back to Adam. ”You’re out late too.” He pointed out, head cocking to the side.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t interested, excited even, in what the horn did. Adam had nearly died for it after all. At first, Peter thought it was just a drinking mug that didn’t spill, Adam pulling it from his bag already full of liquid. He watched Adam drink with a cocked brow, his eyes widening as the other man held out the newly empty cup so Peter could watch it fill again. He looked at Adam, suspicion on his face, then took the cup, giving it the same look. Once he determined it was safe, Peter took a drink, fighting to keep his face straight as the taste of alcohol hit him. He passed the horn back, the little bit he’d sipped already refilled. ”That’s... it’s magic?” A stupid question, but all he could think to say in the face of the phenomena.
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
