WHO: Liliana Kemp, Peter Kemp, open to other Kemps WHAT: So sick of hiding at Char's house WHEN: Saturday morning WHERE: Emma's house WARNINGS: TBA
Little was sick of being hidden away from her home just because her mom had decided to bring home some weird dude. Sure, Emma was probably protecting her, but Little hadn't slept in her own bed for a month and enough was enough. She left Char's apartment without telling her, taxiing home and storming through the front door.
Emma was nowhere to be seen, but Peter was settled on the sofa nursing a gigantic mug of tea. Little had met him for about thirty seconds, but nothing substantial. And he was the reason she was currently homeless. "So you're the freak my mom is apparently protecting me from, huh?" she hissed at him. To her surprise though, the man just quirked the side of his lips up and shrugged.
"Probably," he said with a nod. "You want some tea?"
Little was so taken aback by his humble, unbothered response, that she laughed. Okay, maybe he wasn't a complete weirdo after all. "Yeah, actually. Tea sounds awesome," she said, moving into the room to sit opposite him.