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We could be a sweet team; melting in your vice dreams, boy [CLOSED]

May 06, 2008 17:44

WHO: Claire Bennet [risparmiarsi] and Peter Petrelli [sirsognatore]
WHAT: Ice cream to cheer up the soul! Screw chicken soup.
WHERE: The ice cream parlor in the city.
WHEN: Friday evening, 6pm!

( Fantastic flavor fancies... )

peter petrelli, claire bennet

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sirsognatore May 6 2008, 23:05:54 UTC

Peter was wary about leaving Adam home alone for a few hours, or however long this get together was going to last. The guy was unpredictable, constantly drunk, and supposedly a pyromaniac or at least threatening to be one just for Peter, baby. He contemplated how ethical it would be to handcuff Adam to the radiator. but decided against it. He'll have to learn to trust him, and Adam will have to learn not to abuse that trust. One wrong move, and the consequences could be dire.

Hopped into his Eclipse, and followed the directions Claire had given him. A cute secretery that Peter had his eye on since he saw her pretty face around the office. Blond, and petite like Elle, but not a thing like her. Sweeter, more so innocent, and looked normal in a broken down town overrun with criminals and druggies.

It was worth a shot.

Two minutes after six, he arrived, parking his car by the bench on which she was sitting. He stepped out of the vehicle, adjusted his shirt, and watch before approaching the apprehensive blond ( ... )

risparmiarsi May 7 2008, 00:40:29 UTC

Looking up from her phone at the sound of a car, she smiled, snapping it shut and putting it back into her bag. Nice car. Wasn't practically vintage like--

No.

Goddamn cars.

"Carriage, huh?" she asked, grinning as she got up and took his hand. "It's a nice car," she went on, nodding.

"Rich family or... save up?" she asked. How he afforded that as just a sodati... She wasn't even sure where he lived.

sirsognatore May 7 2008, 04:57:56 UTC

Small hand enclosed in his, Peter led her to the passenger door. He let go of her for a brief moment, opening the door for the lady.

"Eh...a little of both," he answered uneasily. Family was never a good topic of discussion for him.

risparmiarsi May 7 2008, 20:22:57 UTC

"That must be nice," she said, slipping into the car, smiling her thank you, and waiting for him to round the car and get in himself.

Not like she had any money from her family. Just some memories and a whole lot of bitterness and pain she didn't think about anymore.

"Don't really have too many more family connections left," she said, giving a small smile.

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