At first, Adam laughed softly at Peter's reply before slowly shaking his head as he followed him to the kitchen. If only there were such a power, but since there wasn't — as far as he knew, anyway — the empath would have to think outside the box. Perhaps combine powers, if that could be done. The possibilities were conceivably endless.
As Peter searched one side of the kitchen for coffee, Adam took the other, hopeful for tea, but knowing that any found wouldn't be fit to use. ❝ Ah, Clairsentience; a somewhat rare ability, ❞ he said absently as the search through the cabinets came to an end with nothing of substance found.
With the water boiling, Adam made his way over to see what Peter had discovered. A slight pout formed on his lips at what appeared to possibly be coffee. Yes, he would be waiting until they went into town. Perhaps there would be a Starbucks, as he'd been gifted a latte from there before and quite liked it. Not that he'd had much to compare it to in decades, though.
Besides the memories of Starbucks and lattes telepathy might pick up, Adam's gaze drifted over Peter, with his bedhead and half-asleep demeanor, conjuring stray thoughts along the lines of yes, waking up to this every morning would be lovely. At the questions, Adam lifted his hand to gently comb Peter's hair back. ❝ There are only two general areas it could be — in the attic, in one of the hard to reach corners, or underneath something heavy, inside the ground floor. ❞ His thoughts told if he had to guess, it was in the attic, but he wasn't one hundred percent certain. ❝ Perhaps you can use your power of Intangibility to search? It's a small portable safe, so grasp it, and bring it back with you from its hiding place? ❞ Curiously, he observed Peter, wondering how confident he would be about this plan.
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As Peter searched one side of the kitchen for coffee, Adam took the other, hopeful for tea, but knowing that any found wouldn't be fit to use. ❝ Ah, Clairsentience; a somewhat rare ability, ❞ he said absently as the search through the cabinets came to an end with nothing of substance found.
With the water boiling, Adam made his way over to see what Peter had discovered. A slight pout formed on his lips at what appeared to possibly be coffee. Yes, he would be waiting until they went into town. Perhaps there would be a Starbucks, as he'd been gifted a latte from there before and quite liked it. Not that he'd had much to compare it to in decades, though.
Besides the memories of Starbucks and lattes telepathy might pick up, Adam's gaze drifted over Peter, with his bedhead and half-asleep demeanor, conjuring stray thoughts along the lines of yes, waking up to this every morning would be lovely. At the questions, Adam lifted his hand to gently comb Peter's hair back. ❝ There are only two general areas it could be — in the attic, in one of the hard to reach corners, or underneath something heavy, inside the ground floor. ❞ His thoughts told if he had to guess, it was in the attic, but he wasn't one hundred percent certain. ❝ Perhaps you can use your power of Intangibility to search? It's a small portable safe, so grasp it, and bring it back with you from its hiding place? ❞ Curiously, he observed Peter, wondering how confident he would be about this plan.