Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Jun 4, 2013 23:06:59 GMT -5
Peter was surprised how easily he could talk to James, even if the man had gone and tripped over his mutt. Baze even seemed content enough to have the other man along, rubbing his nose against his leg at off intervals. Peter felt like rolling his eyes, hoping the mutt wasn’t rubbing too much drool against the other man. Oh, Peter was on to him. He had learned early on that drool came out in the wash, but strangers seemed to have a harder time with the idea – and rightly so. So Peter ignored it in favor of listening to James, hoping the man’s good humor would endure a little drool.
"Absolutely not. It's never going to peaceful or even easy living here, I'm sure - but then Victor and I hardly moved to possibly the liveliest city on Earth to lead a cosy life."
Peter chuckled a little. Oh, wasn’t that the truth. It was far from a cosy life, especially when everyone had to work and fight for what they had. No, that’s all they did was work. They often worked themselves out so that they had to go somewhere else to retire. It was one of those things that Peter had found interesting. If people were more laid back, they wouldn’t have needed to run to Florida.
"I think it suits me just fine, to be honest. But what about you? You seem to know the place well, so you must have lived here for a while, but you're not from around here, are you?"
It did seem to suit him. James was one of the few people Peter’d met who seemed to be energized by the place, rather than drained by it. He knew his life would be much less stressful if everyone he dealt with seemed to be in the same mindset.
“Yeah, I don’t mind it,” Peter offered, shrugging a bit. “I’m originally from out west. I came to live with my guardian when I was sixteen.”
And it was something he always avoided talking about when he could. He wouldn’t change his life, but he had certain reservations about talking about it. So, when in doubt, redirect.
“And how is, Victor was it? How is he enjoying New York?”
More importantly, who was Victor? Brother, lover, friend...Peter figured either he’d find out or he wouldn’t. But it was a twist to the conversation that got the focus off himself.
"Absolutely not. It's never going to peaceful or even easy living here, I'm sure - but then Victor and I hardly moved to possibly the liveliest city on Earth to lead a cosy life."
Peter chuckled a little. Oh, wasn’t that the truth. It was far from a cosy life, especially when everyone had to work and fight for what they had. No, that’s all they did was work. They often worked themselves out so that they had to go somewhere else to retire. It was one of those things that Peter had found interesting. If people were more laid back, they wouldn’t have needed to run to Florida.
"I think it suits me just fine, to be honest. But what about you? You seem to know the place well, so you must have lived here for a while, but you're not from around here, are you?"
It did seem to suit him. James was one of the few people Peter’d met who seemed to be energized by the place, rather than drained by it. He knew his life would be much less stressful if everyone he dealt with seemed to be in the same mindset.
“Yeah, I don’t mind it,” Peter offered, shrugging a bit. “I’m originally from out west. I came to live with my guardian when I was sixteen.”
And it was something he always avoided talking about when he could. He wouldn’t change his life, but he had certain reservations about talking about it. So, when in doubt, redirect.
“And how is, Victor was it? How is he enjoying New York?”
More importantly, who was Victor? Brother, lover, friend...Peter figured either he’d find out or he wouldn’t. But it was a twist to the conversation that got the focus off himself.
