With how comfortable the couch was, Adam found himself beginning to doze off until he heard Peter's voice. ❝ I've searched the entirety of the kitchen. I haven't a clue what past me was thinking. ❞ When Peter disappeared, the immortal sat up to check the time. Luckily, the food would still be a bit. He'd go wash up as soon as this travesty was taken care of. Once Adam noticed what Peter had returned with, he simply stared for a moment. How had he not thought of that? Hmm, it would be blamed on the lack of freedom for thirty years, he decided. Yes, there were no wire hangers in his cell, so naturally, he'd forgotten about them.
For a moment, he considered using a glass, but he had waited long enough for this moment as it was. ❝ Thank you, Peter. ❞ Adam took the wine and lifted it to take a long swig straight from the bottle. Once finished, he let out a sigh of contentment before focusing on Peter's question. ❝ Actually, I can. Though, the buzz wears off faster than a normal human. But yes, it always puzzled me why. Over the centuries, the more I thought about it, the only conclusion I can come to is that, I partook of alcohol so much so that when my ability manifested, it assumed liquid courage was a natural substance in my body. ❞ Tilting his head, he shuffled through memories better left forgotten. ❝ In fact, I got pretty well sloshed right before I discovered my power. And since I'm fairly certain it didn't manifest in that exact instance of my death, it must have been lying dormant for no telling how long, observing my drinking habits. ❞
After a few more gulps, Adam set the bottle down and nodded toward the clock on the wall. ❝ Dinner will arrive in about twenty minutes. Here... ❞ From his pocket, he took out enough money to pay the bill along with a decent tip and handed it over. ❝ I should be back beforehand, but if not, this should take care of it. ❞ After glancing at the bottle one last time, he made his way to prepare for the grand Italian feast that was on the way.
Once in there, Adam had the same idea as Peter—the shampoo and soap didn't look appealing at all. They could go shopping later, or tomorrow, he supposed. Still, the water felt amazing. For a few long moments, he stood motionless underneath it, thinking, plotting... perhaps even scheming. It was tough to concentrate when hungry, though. They would at least stay under the radar for a couple of weeks. Surely, the heat would have died down by then. In that time, he would need to secure Peter's full and undying loyalty if his grand plan had any chance of being seen to fruition. Of that, he knew for certain.
After washing up the best he could, Adam wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the walk-in closet. Looking over the clothes, a smirk tugged at his lips. A few minutes later, he swaggered into the living room wearing the grooviest Bell Bottoms Peter would ever lay his eyes on, along with one of the loudest paisley print shirts he could find. With poker face on and not a word spoken, he waited for Peter's reaction when he noticed.
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For a moment, he considered using a glass, but he had waited long enough for this moment as it was. ❝ Thank you, Peter. ❞ Adam took the wine and lifted it to take a long swig straight from the bottle. Once finished, he let out a sigh of contentment before focusing on Peter's question. ❝ Actually, I can. Though, the buzz wears off faster than a normal human. But yes, it always puzzled me why. Over the centuries, the more I thought about it, the only conclusion I can come to is that, I partook of alcohol so much so that when my ability manifested, it assumed liquid courage was a natural substance in my body. ❞ Tilting his head, he shuffled through memories better left forgotten. ❝ In fact, I got pretty well sloshed right before I discovered my power. And since I'm fairly certain it didn't manifest in that exact instance of my death, it must have been lying dormant for no telling how long, observing my drinking habits. ❞
After a few more gulps, Adam set the bottle down and nodded toward the clock on the wall. ❝ Dinner will arrive in about twenty minutes. Here... ❞ From his pocket, he took out enough money to pay the bill along with a decent tip and handed it over. ❝ I should be back beforehand, but if not, this should take care of it. ❞ After glancing at the bottle one last time, he made his way to prepare for the grand Italian feast that was on the way.
Once in there, Adam had the same idea as Peter—the shampoo and soap didn't look appealing at all. They could go shopping later, or tomorrow, he supposed. Still, the water felt amazing. For a few long moments, he stood motionless underneath it, thinking, plotting... perhaps even scheming. It was tough to concentrate when hungry, though. They would at least stay under the radar for a couple of weeks. Surely, the heat would have died down by then. In that time, he would need to secure Peter's full and undying loyalty if his grand plan had any chance of being seen to fruition. Of that, he knew for certain.
After washing up the best he could, Adam wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the walk-in closet. Looking over the clothes, a smirk tugged at his lips. A few minutes later, he swaggered into the living room wearing the grooviest Bell Bottoms Peter would ever lay his eyes on, along with one of the loudest paisley print shirts he could find. With poker face on and not a word spoken, he waited for Peter's reaction when he noticed.