[ cities look entirely different at night than they do during the day. and coming from an unsleeping city and vigilante tendencies that lended themselves better to the deep hours of the night even on school nights, peter's wanderings weren't completely unusual.
it wasn't as though he'd made it terribly far from mag's inn. but it was just another little thing for him to occupy himself with, in a valiant effort of chasing away restlessness or recollection or both. bit by bit, he thinks, if he memorizes the city well enough, he'll be able to navigate it faster. so if anything starts happening, he'll be able to cover more ground. if he hears things happening, he'll know where they are. like listening to a nypd frequency. it was better than exploring the desert ill-prepared, although he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious enough to go back.
he's not exactly expecting anyone else to be out here either, fiddling around with the cuff wanda made him and glancing up between the buildings as if scoping out the best way up. passing by the stable doors and he catches the scuff of a footfall, that crawling thing along his arms and he pivots around to look at — ] Geralt!
[ a smile, a little awkward wave and a shuffle closer. ] — Hi!
I - guess, kind of? What time is it? [ no, the kid still cannot read the stars or sky the way you can, but it is blatantly late.
a longer, drawn out and lightly concerned pause as he takes geralt's appearance in for a second longer. ] Sorry, did I — wake you? [ he's pretty sure he wasn't being that loud. ]
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it wasn't as though he'd made it terribly far from mag's inn. but it was just another little thing for him to occupy himself with, in a valiant effort of chasing away restlessness or recollection or both. bit by bit, he thinks, if he memorizes the city well enough, he'll be able to navigate it faster. so if anything starts happening, he'll be able to cover more ground. if he hears things happening, he'll know where they are. like listening to a nypd frequency. it was better than exploring the desert ill-prepared, although he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious enough to go back.
he's not exactly expecting anyone else to be out here either, fiddling around with the cuff wanda made him and glancing up between the buildings as if scoping out the best way up. passing by the stable doors and he catches the scuff of a footfall, that crawling thing along his arms and he pivots around to look at — ] Geralt!
[ a smile, a little awkward wave and a shuffle closer. ] — Hi!
I - guess, kind of? What time is it? [ no, the kid still cannot read the stars or sky the way you can, but it is blatantly late.
a longer, drawn out and lightly concerned pause as he takes geralt's appearance in for a second longer. ] Sorry, did I — wake you? [ he's pretty sure he wasn't being that loud. ]