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[becomingpeter-blog]

@ciiotka

“ Well isn’t this a blast from the past? ”

Except the last time she had seen him he was probably in a coma and covered in severe burns. Oops. Or surprise. Either way, this was going to be a fun reunion. He’d just have to remember the lies he told now so he could reference them later and prove himself to be somewhat believable. The fact that he made this assessment so easily and so quickly sometimes concerned him.

[praevxdeat-blog]

ciiotka

“Just because you run into some hot  guy at a book store, that doesn’t mean  you’re going to get laid Ms. Stilinski.”

[manofvisiion-blog]

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One of the things he had sincerely missed, the alpha had decided, was reading. Sure, there were braille books but honestly he had never liked them all that much. He much preferred reading the words with his eyes instead of his of with his fingertips. The wolf side of him liked smelling the paper and ink instead of his scent all over the pages.

He had missed out on a fair number of books and had decided to make a run to a local shop to get some new copies of books that had long been lost. Deucalion, or rather he was Emrys at the moment, supposed he deserved a few of the odd looks he got when he rounded the corner around a book case with his arms full enough that he had to shift them a bit to keep them from tumbling and to see where he was going.

He supposed, now that he saw the looks he was getting, he should have grabbed a hand-basket. Or two. “Excuse me.” He muttered as he passed a woman by the small wire stand where the baskets resided, and once he’d unloaded his books into the baskets he was picking them up and glancing back to the woman he’d skirted past. “It’s been a while since I got new books.” He offered as an explanation.