Stuck in a Cage (OPEN)

Peter rolled his eyes at Kahlee’s question when she asked if there was even an entomologist in Beacon Hills. ”If there was, it wouldn’t be me,” he told her with a sassy gleam in his eyes. He was sure that there was one around here somewhere given all of the strange things that happened. ”Well…Deaton’s pretty good at identifying most animals to be honest. You could always ask him,” he said, pushing Deaton’s name at her once more. He was hoping that eventually she would go talk to Deaton. He was a wise man in the community and an emissary for Pete’s sake. It was something that he knew she needed to do in order to get in with Scott’s pack, or to at least not end up with Scott’s wrath all over her. While he doubted that Scott would ever be angry, he was sure that he would be able to intimidate those around him when necessary (save for Peter and Derek of course).

They stepped into Peter’s pristine, modern apartment. Everything was where it needed to be, but Peter wasn’t really OCD about it. He wouldn’t mind if things were put out of their place for a bit, but should it become a day where he needed to clean, then everything would go back to their spots. Not their exact spots, but the general vicinity. Peter worked hard to keep his apartment the way that it was. He bought things he liked and made sure to keep them in the best condition he could. He was the one who cleaned his apartment, not a maid. He didn’t trust people to begin with so having a maid wasn’t something that Peter would do. He wasn’t lazy. The man could take care of himself. He cooked for himself, cleaned for himself, shopped for himself, and even bathed himself. Rare being able to find a man who could live on his own and keep things in good condition that didn’t have some sort of disorder.

Peter heard Kahlee’s gasp after she stepped into the apartment and heard as she took off her shoes. She compliment his apartment and he grinned, quite proud of it. ”Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way,” he mumbled, knowing he didn’t speak loudly since both were werewolves. He ran one of his hands through his hair before he grabbed himself a bottle of water. The girl didn’t answer his question. When he walked back into the living area, he found her rubbing her toes into his carpet. He chuckled a bit before he cracked open the top of the bottle and took a sip. ”You can have a seat if you like,” he said before he made his way towards the desk in the corner of his living room which was his office. He pulled out a piece of paper and pen and wrote a list of things that were wrong with the apartment that Kahlee lived in. Once finished, he put the pen back and walked over, handing Kahlee the list. ”There you are. Make sure to give that list to Rose.”

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 525
Notes; Yeah... He works hard to keep his apartment squeaky clean.

Finally Kahlee responded to Peter’s question, telling him that if he wouldn’t mind, she did want something to drink, perhaps some water. The older werewolf nodded his head before he disappeared into his kitchen again, grabbing another bottle of water from the fridge. He looked at the fridge and how bare it was. He would need to go shopping again…soon. Right now at least he had some frozen dinners that would be perfect for him to have for dinner tonight but tomorrow? Well, he’d figure that out when he got there, he supposed. It wasn’t like he was going to starve to death if he missed one meal. Even so, Peter knew he should think about getting a job, but his resume was a bit out of date compared to most. He had been in a vegetative for a while and then he died but it wasn’t like he could give those excuses. While he couldn’t live off of all of the bonds in the vault, he had no idea what other options he had.

Peter returned from the kitchen, water bottle in hand as the girl mentioned that the home was very…him. Peter chuckled. ”Well I would hope so,” he joked. A part of him wanted to share with her that she was one of the only people to ever step foot into his apartment, even his nephew and the others in the pack hadn’t been to his apartment. He figured, though, that he shouldn’t share that part. He didn’t want her to feel overly creeped out, but he was sure that if she smelled long enough, she would note that the apartment only smelled of him and no one else. Not even the slightest scent of someone else in his home. Peter knew that. He quite enjoyed it, but to be honest, he wasn’t a fan of having other people’s smells on his things. Plus it was a bit of a defense mechanism. If he ever entered his home and smelled someone else’s scent, he new that he had either been robbed or someone was there to get him.

Kahlee took the list from Peter and gazed at it. Peter watched her carefully before he plopped down on the other side of the couch, sighing contently before he grabbed his water bottle. His home was the one place where Peter could relax and enjoy himself, regardless of most company. In this apartment, he turned into the Uncle Peter that the Hale family had known and loved. It was why he liked living there. He wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t a psycho. He wasn’t…him. It was strange and he was sure that anyone who entered this abode and saw his change would be confused and worried that he was losing his mind. He, in fact, was not. Peter leaned over, gazing at the piece of paper and making sure not to get too close to her before he gently poked the top. ”Clearly that one is the most important. That needs to be done first.”

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 508
Notes; Baha, yes, perfect. Maid Peter Hale at your service. -giggles-

Peter had noticed the way that she drank the water, but kept to himself. He was sure that she relished the taste of the fresh drinking water. After all, who wouldn’t after being in the woods for how long? He didn’t know but he was sure that she needed some serious nutrition and soon. He supposed that food or something would be good to get her. He supposed that could be something that they did sometime. He was sure she needed some food after all since she had been living in various places, most likely in the woods and forests. It was the way that it was, of course, but even so, Peter wanted the girl to be properly nourished now. It was just something that he wanted. It was what fathers were supposed to make sure their daughters were. Even so, Kahlee wasn’t his daughter and he wasn’t her father, but he couldn’t help it. His paternal instinct liked to kick in apparently.

After Peter told her that the fix door in all capitals was the most important, Kahlee nodded her head agreeing with him. She then told him that considering how she could barely get in and out, getting the door fixed was probably a good idea. Peter chuckled and nodded his head. ”Indeed,” he agreed, teasing her playfully before he watched her eye his desk. Peter grew puzzled before he turned and gazed at it. She got up without a moment’s notice and headed for the desk. Once she was there, she grabbed his pen and scribbled a bit on the paper. He watched carefully, eyes flashing stale blue as he used them to see that she was underlining “Fix Door” and writing “Fix First” in capital letters with an arrow towards it. His eyes returned to normal and he had to smirk at how seriously she was taking him. It was a rare day in hell when that happened.

Kahlee put the pen back before she returned to the couch, plopping down in her other spot. She then turned the paper to show Peter he notes, making him laugh a bit and shake his head. ”Alright, my lost puppy, you need to go take that list to Rose now and get settled into your new apartment. I need to check on my nephew,” he told her honestly as he stood up, stretching so his bones popped and cracked in to place. He then approached the front door, leading her towards it after she stood up from the couch. Both slipped on their shoes before exiting the apartment. Peter shut and locked his door before he turned and looked over at her before motioning her forward, making him grin and shake his head.

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 459
Notes; XD