[It's not hesitation that keeps him from keeping his stride; it's the mild curiosity of examining the opening, looking at the odd formation of making this into something else entirely. This in itself is definitely a Hale thing, something Peter at least inherited from his extremely extra ancestors. The smell gives him pause too: just because you're used to a thing doesn't make it any less stomach turning. ]
You've got ten minutes. [Chris, for one, can only imagine what older Peter has hidden in this odd little hide away. Nothing good, he tells himself and only half-believes it. Peter being a hoarder of priceless supernatural artefacts is the least surprising thing Chris has ever learned about him. The most surprising, actually, is that his eyes aren't blue yet, as he is now.
Never in his life has he considered he might be too hard on Peter Hale. Life really does come at you fast.
After five minutes of surveying the entrance, he's ... Bored. Losing interest in waiting for hunters that might not come until much later. ] Peter? [It's a mildly loud call, echoing against the metal walls. ] I'm coming down.
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You've got ten minutes. [Chris, for one, can only imagine what older Peter has hidden in this odd little hide away. Nothing good, he tells himself and only half-believes it. Peter being a hoarder of priceless supernatural artefacts is the least surprising thing Chris has ever learned about him. The most surprising, actually, is that his eyes aren't blue yet, as he is now.
Never in his life has he considered he might be too hard on Peter Hale. Life really does come at you fast.
After five minutes of surveying the entrance, he's ... Bored. Losing interest in waiting for hunters that might not come until much later. ] Peter? [It's a mildly loud call, echoing against the metal walls. ] I'm coming down.