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ahollowman) wrote2018-06-27 03:21 am
ahollowman) wrote2018-06-27 03:21 am
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Well. That's ... weird.
Tony checked his refrigerator that morning, getting together ingredients for a smoothie. His frozen bananas were in evidence, his Cape Cod chicken salad was not. But that could be explained by the fact that Panoptes was on the way between the library and the park, so Peter passed it nearly daily in the summer. And the kid was a bottomless pit.
But the shoes. That was weirder.
About a fourth of his shoes were missing. It was only the left shoes. Somebody was leaving him a message. A very stupid one. A stupid one that was making Tony far too goddamned paranoid, given the vampire situation and the fact that Panootes and his penthouse sat directly on top of the armory. Tony knit his brows in consternation, pulled on a pair of Converse and moved back to the kitchen to finish making breakfast.
He jerked back, startled, when he rounded the corner.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!"
Tony checked his refrigerator that morning, getting together ingredients for a smoothie. His frozen bananas were in evidence, his Cape Cod chicken salad was not. But that could be explained by the fact that Panoptes was on the way between the library and the park, so Peter passed it nearly daily in the summer. And the kid was a bottomless pit.
But the shoes. That was weirder.
About a fourth of his shoes were missing. It was only the left shoes. Somebody was leaving him a message. A very stupid one. A stupid one that was making Tony far too goddamned paranoid, given the vampire situation and the fact that Panootes and his penthouse sat directly on top of the armory. Tony knit his brows in consternation, pulled on a pair of Converse and moved back to the kitchen to finish making breakfast.
He jerked back, startled, when he rounded the corner.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!"
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"An app?" He cleared his throat and swallowed, before spooning some of the additives he'd pulled into the blender, and going to the refrigerator for the plastic bowl of sliced mangoes that Peter so eschewed.
"For a delivery service? That's all you want?"
Well, that would be easy.
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Pietro steals a slice of mango with ease and eats it leisurely with his fingers. He shrugs. "All I need now."
It's not a promise to stop with one favor, nor is it a suggestion that they'll be anything like even for this. But it's more relaxed than he's been around the older man before. "I eat more than the City gives me," he tells him, referring to his bank balance. "It's not fair to steal from the places here."