The immortal's wealth of properties, bank accounts, and alliances had been centuries in the making. Not long after Adam discovered his ability, he knew plans needed to be put into motion for the betterment of his future. And so he found himself befriending some of the most powerful families in the world where the reward for loyalty was well worth his time. In those allies, there were a few he entrusted with his secret who continued to help him out to this day. One of their tasks was to keep an eye on his properties, and in return, they could use them as vacation homes when empty. The arrangement worked out exceptionally well once he'd been locked up. Otherwise, there was no telling what condition the house would have been in.
Adam gave a subtle nod at Peter's modest yet sufficient wishlist. ❝ I cannot think of a better plan. Italian it is. I'll order us a whole little buffet. ❞ Few activities in life never got old, even after centuries — eating delicious food was one of them. Although curious about the Vietnamese and Mediterranean, something told him to stick with a classic that most American restaurants were decent at mimicking nowadays. In a way, it was a curse to have been able to travel the world, tasting authentic dishes.
The empath would find a whole closet full of clothes, yes. Just as he was about to answer Peter, he remarked about the flared jeans, pulling a genuinely amused grin from Adam's lips. When was the last time that had happened? He couldn't remember. With a playful tone, he returned, ❝ They are called Bell Bottoms, Peter. Don't judge me... The seventies were quite a wild time. ❞
Once he heard Peter's footsteps fade, Adam took out his phone. Luckily, guards could be bribed if one offered them enough money to smuggle things in. There had been security cameras, so he only used it for important business. He knew how to make calls, send texts, and Google (as the kids called it), but that was pretty much it. Hopefully, it was enough knowledge to order the buffet he had promised. Eventually, he found a place advertised as authentic. They weren't lying, as the guy who picked up had a thick Italian accent. Seeing as it was one of the many languages the immortal spoke, he proceeded to place the whole order in it.
With delivery in about an hour, Adam had plenty of time to freshen up as well. But first, he searched the cabinets on a mighty quest. ❝ Now, where the bloody hell did I put them? ❞ he mumbled to himself, opening one door after another until finally—❝ Aha! ❞ He carefully lifted the bottle of wine as though it were an ancient artifact and placed it on the counter. Now, to find the corkscrew!
Several minutes later~
Peter would find Adam lying on the couch in defeat, the bottle gripped in hand, and the cork secure despite the many human teeth marks on it.
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Adam gave a subtle nod at Peter's modest yet sufficient wishlist. ❝ I cannot think of a better plan. Italian it is. I'll order us a whole little buffet. ❞ Few activities in life never got old, even after centuries — eating delicious food was one of them. Although curious about the Vietnamese and Mediterranean, something told him to stick with a classic that most American restaurants were decent at mimicking nowadays. In a way, it was a curse to have been able to travel the world, tasting authentic dishes.
The empath would find a whole closet full of clothes, yes. Just as he was about to answer Peter, he remarked about the flared jeans, pulling a genuinely amused grin from Adam's lips. When was the last time that had happened? He couldn't remember. With a playful tone, he returned, ❝ They are called Bell Bottoms, Peter. Don't judge me... The seventies were quite a wild time. ❞
Once he heard Peter's footsteps fade, Adam took out his phone. Luckily, guards could be bribed if one offered them enough money to smuggle things in. There had been security cameras, so he only used it for important business. He knew how to make calls, send texts, and Google (as the kids called it), but that was pretty much it. Hopefully, it was enough knowledge to order the buffet he had promised. Eventually, he found a place advertised as authentic. They weren't lying, as the guy who picked up had a thick Italian accent. Seeing as it was one of the many languages the immortal spoke, he proceeded to place the whole order in it.
With delivery in about an hour, Adam had plenty of time to freshen up as well. But first, he searched the cabinets on a mighty quest. ❝ Now, where the bloody hell did I put them? ❞ he mumbled to himself, opening one door after another until finally—❝ Aha! ❞ He carefully lifted the bottle of wine as though it were an ancient artifact and placed it on the counter. Now, to find the corkscrew!
Several minutes later~
Peter would find Adam lying on the couch in defeat, the bottle gripped in hand, and the cork secure despite the many human teeth marks on it.