“You can’t keep me here!” (( *tentative wave* ))
Peter looked at the young man with a raised eyebrow. “Funny.” He muttered, rolling his eyes. “I thought I already was…”
Picking up the discarded tray that had held food, he eyed the man. “Only keeping tou here til you tell me what a werewolf is doing in cahoots with bloodsuckers.”
@cale-mccoy-lupine((//*waves* hullo, new friend!))
@xmidorixmex--archived
Peter raised his eyebrows in curiosity. “You been trained to expect pain if you go near a door?” He asked, curiously. “All right. I’ll hold it open for you.” He came over quietly and held the door open, allowing him to walk through unhindered. “See? Not so bad.”
This was all so freakishly new. The fights were all he’d come to know, the walls, the doors, the Keepers, the chain. Hell, he was surprised he remembered his own damn name to be honest. He’d been ‘Champ’ for so long. And now this weirdo who smelled more like home than the filth of the fights was... being nice. Cale had never been all that great at keeping a poker face, and now the confusion, the hurt, the fear shone straight through. Nonetheless, after a few exaggerated breaths, the blond pushed himself out the door and skittered to the nearest wall, hand back in front of his scarred throat and chest working through panicked heaves.
