try to be living as your vice
and can you be my type?
If there was anything more Loren could do, Peter didn’t know of it. The summoner had been the only one to truly make him feel welcomed, to turn the name into a bond, a connection. To make him feel like part of the family. There was enough trust between them, especially as open as they were while shifted, that Peter didn’t need to reach to feel the sincerity, the honesty, and that warmed him. That means you too, right? It was all to easy to think of the summoner putting everyone else before himself, and neglecting himself that way. If nothing else, Peter wanted to reciprocate a little bit of what was offered to him, wanted to help with the pursuit of happiness.
The fact that Loren had met Adam independently made things a lot simpler, but also far more worrying. Worry that seemed to be properly placed, judging by the tone that entered the others silent voice. I’m sorry. The apology was automatic, Peter moving to lick a hopefully calming stripe up Loren’s head. Other questions danced in his head, but before he had a chance to voice (think?) them, the other was already moving on, answering as he went.
Claimed to be? So he wasn’t really? Peter honestly couldn’t remember if he’d known Loren had a twin, if it had been brought up some other time by someone else, but that really wasn’t the important part. Loren shifted, getting back to his feet, and a low whine left Peter, the briefest mourning of the closeness, before Peter mirrored him and pushed into a sitting position, less comfortable on the stone. He watched the badger pace, head cocked and quiet concern radiating off him before the other stopped.
A soft laugh left the hyenas muzzle, this one more nervous than the last as his thoughts shifted from concern to something close to embarrassment. Not quite shame, but... depending on Loren’s reaction it might be. Thats... probably the um, the advocates. It’s... like a thieves guild, but not, cause... that doesn’t really work here.
The fact that Loren had met Adam independently made things a lot simpler, but also far more worrying. Worry that seemed to be properly placed, judging by the tone that entered the others silent voice. I’m sorry. The apology was automatic, Peter moving to lick a hopefully calming stripe up Loren’s head. Other questions danced in his head, but before he had a chance to voice (think?) them, the other was already moving on, answering as he went.
Claimed to be? So he wasn’t really? Peter honestly couldn’t remember if he’d known Loren had a twin, if it had been brought up some other time by someone else, but that really wasn’t the important part. Loren shifted, getting back to his feet, and a low whine left Peter, the briefest mourning of the closeness, before Peter mirrored him and pushed into a sitting position, less comfortable on the stone. He watched the badger pace, head cocked and quiet concern radiating off him before the other stopped.
A soft laugh left the hyenas muzzle, this one more nervous than the last as his thoughts shifted from concern to something close to embarrassment. Not quite shame, but... depending on Loren’s reaction it might be. Thats... probably the um, the advocates. It’s... like a thieves guild, but not, cause... that doesn’t really work here.
cause we need to be given a good life
and can I be your type of metal?
PETER
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