[The image of Peter's place that Chris has in his mind is made of the various hoarding places he keeps. Artefacts, expensive trinkets and furniture; all things Peter likes, but are probably disposable when it really comes down to the crux of it.
So, really, it's a funny possibility that Peter could have more arrow traps there. It just seems a tedious addition for a place that is mostly on known by maybe three people, tops. Speaking of which:] If anyone can break in, [he says, looking down at his phone. Malia is saved in the same formal manner as everyone else, minus a last name. He's been assuming that it's a complicated thing, the surname. ] - It'll be you.
[Malia is a fast replyer, but the messages are a series of questions, keysmash and question marks. He makes various exasperated faces before the address is finally sent, and with his brows furrowed, he looks at Peter like he has reached some kind of understanding. (It's that Malia is just as unable to shut up as her dad.)] I'm ready when you are.
[ Nothing in his tone of voice suggests he minds it, though he does mind Chris preoccupying himself with his phone, even if it's not for very long. Peter gets himself up off the couch, watching the expressions, and has wandered a bit closer by the time Chris looks up, if not so close that he would be able to try to look at the phone. He wouldn't dream of indicating nosy interest at this point, as if those messages were worth acknowledging as a source of distraction. ]
Waiting on you, Mr. Popular. [ He detours to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and glances over at Chris with an inquisitive wiggle of it — does he want one? ] Lunch after?
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So, really, it's a funny possibility that Peter could have more arrow traps there. It just seems a tedious addition for a place that is mostly on known by maybe three people, tops. Speaking of which:] If anyone can break in, [he says, looking down at his phone. Malia is saved in the same formal manner as everyone else, minus a last name. He's been assuming that it's a complicated thing, the surname. ] - It'll be you.
[Malia is a fast replyer, but the messages are a series of questions, keysmash and question marks. He makes various exasperated faces before the address is finally sent, and with his brows furrowed, he looks at Peter like he has reached some kind of understanding. (It's that Malia is just as unable to shut up as her dad.)] I'm ready when you are.
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[ Nothing in his tone of voice suggests he minds it, though he does mind Chris preoccupying himself with his phone, even if it's not for very long. Peter gets himself up off the couch, watching the expressions, and has wandered a bit closer by the time Chris looks up, if not so close that he would be able to try to look at the phone. He wouldn't dream of indicating nosy interest at this point, as if those messages were worth acknowledging as a source of distraction. ]
Waiting on you, Mr. Popular. [ He detours to grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and glances over at Chris with an inquisitive wiggle of it — does he want one? ] Lunch after?