October would, frankly, rather hide out here, for now.
And he's starving. He blinks at Peter, though, as the question was definitely not something he expected. A tiny part of his mind that grew there very recently finds the question a bit suspect, but the rest of his mind is as practical and as ludicrously honest as always, so he simply answers, "Yes."
Peter may not be a monster, but October is just the tiniest bit paranoid, now. Then again, it isn't paranoia when the humans really are out to get you.
Still, he tilts his head slightly. "Thank you," he says softly. "You are right. I would be safer here, out of sight."
October is alone, now. He sits quietly for a few moments, no sound anywhere save for a clock ticking.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
Then he stands and walks quietly around the room, peering at things curiously. It's something Observers have never really rid themselves of. He'll pick things up and look at them, peek out the window, run a finger over some upholstery or other....
And then he wanders through the doorway and into the kitchen. There are a few more things in here. He peeks into the fridge, then notices the coffee machine. Pokes at it.
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And he's starving. He blinks at Peter, though, as the question was definitely not something he expected. A tiny part of his mind that grew there very recently finds the question a bit suspect, but the rest of his mind is as practical and as ludicrously honest as always, so he simply answers, "Yes."
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"Okay, so am I. I'm going to make a breakfast run. You should stay here until I get back; it's probably safer."
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Still, he tilts his head slightly. "Thank you," he says softly. "You are right. I would be safer here, out of sight."
ha, he rhymed
"I'll be back soon," he promises. "This won't take long." And with that he vanishes.
He'll go on to develop those mad rhymin skillz. Become DJBaldo.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...
Then he stands and walks quietly around the room, peering at things curiously. It's something Observers have never really rid themselves of. He'll pick things up and look at them, peek out the window, run a finger over some upholstery or other....
And then he wanders through the doorway and into the kitchen. There are a few more things in here. He peeks into the fridge, then notices the coffee machine. Pokes at it.