Corn is versatile. [This is not the hill to die on, Chris. ] But fine, you can come. It seems like a lot of work to rescue you from a crossbow kidnapping, especially knowing you'd probably be fine getting away on you're on.
[What is Wolvesbane against a young werewolf, powered up on the power of forbidden future knowledge? But to the grocery store they go. It is about as bland and dated as Peter probably remembers it. Maybe the paint is a different colour, and maybe the fridges are a little more sophisticated, but overall not much has changed. Chris isn't strictly from anymore, so the fact that it is the exact same as when he was early thirties is lost on him.
His shopping habits, Peter is now about to find out, are very I have been grieving for like five years and show no signs of stopping. That is to say, he may not pick up corn, but he does pick up such delicacies as: canned tuna, beer, wine, canned tomatoes, two steak cuts that might be? Average? And the best of all: one onion. He will not actually protest whatever Peter adds, because he doesn't imagine it will go to waist. Peter's appetite is formidable, even if Chris' is not.
There's something less depressing about this entire experience when he considers that he is not going home alone with all this stuff alone. There's also something vaguely strange about not actively planning to be out working later that night. Not in the way he's become used to, anyway. It will be incredibly embarrassing if Peter Hale is the one to convince that he should do things like look after himself and stop only calling people about shady hunters.
When they're home, the house Chris is occupying is slightly different in the daylight. That is: it's much more obvious how sparse it is. Like he moved in, and then never unpacked.]
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[What is Wolvesbane against a young werewolf, powered up on the power of forbidden future knowledge? But to the grocery store they go. It is about as bland and dated as Peter probably remembers it. Maybe the paint is a different colour, and maybe the fridges are a little more sophisticated, but overall not much has changed. Chris isn't strictly from anymore, so the fact that it is the exact same as when he was early thirties is lost on him.
His shopping habits, Peter is now about to find out, are very I have been grieving for like five years and show no signs of stopping. That is to say, he may not pick up corn, but he does pick up such delicacies as: canned tuna, beer, wine, canned tomatoes, two steak cuts that might be? Average? And the best of all: one onion. He will not actually protest whatever Peter adds, because he doesn't imagine it will go to waist. Peter's appetite is formidable, even if Chris' is not.
There's something less depressing about this entire experience when he considers that he is not going home alone with all this stuff alone. There's also something vaguely strange about not actively planning to be out working later that night. Not in the way he's become used to, anyway. It will be incredibly embarrassing if Peter Hale is the one to convince that he should do things like look after himself and stop only calling people about shady hunters.
When they're home, the house Chris is occupying is slightly different in the daylight. That is: it's much more obvious how sparse it is. Like he moved in, and then never unpacked.]