Who: Peter Maximoff maximoffp & Isaac Lahey icametowin What: Breakfast When: Sunday, May 12, 9 AM Where: Horst's Little Bakery Haus Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: Peter has terrible boundaries, doesn't know when to shut up, and can be very annoying. Isaac is awkward, star struck, and new in town. They should both be given a little leeway. Status: Closed/Incomplete
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Punctuality was a strange concept for Peter. There was never a reason to be late when he could always factor in getting wherever he wanted to be faster than anyone or anything else. People who moved at ordinary speeds seemed to have a lot of issues getting somewhere at the right time. He wasn't sure if it was because they were forgetful, stupid, lazy, or just something entirely different he couldn't think of because he wasn't able to think like someone so slow.
Duran Duran blasted in his ears from his headphones. 'Hungry Like The Wolf' had him tapping his toe, bobbing his head to the beat and doing the occasional moonwalk because it was a seriously awesome track. Peter had liked the song before meeting Isaac on the network. He thought it was fitting for meeting the guy in person since why not? He was a werewolf. When else would he get to match his life up to that song?
It was criminal to pass up a perfect opportunity to soundtrack life.
"Isaac?"
Peter could have went by the place where the guy was staying to see if he looked the same as his picture on the network, but that seemed weird even to him. Isaac was staying with people, too. It wasn't cool to go by someone else's house to get a look at their ward.
"I thought about going to check you out last night, but I know you live with people. You're like a ward or something, right? That's what they say when you're not legal? I figured it'd be weird even if you weren't living with people. I can figure out some things on my own. The Professor says I have bad boundaries and I'm a pain in the ass and I'm a kleptomaniac and the first ones are true, but the last one? That's not. I just have a naturally high level of curiosity. And I like stuff. Stuff likes me back, too. So sometimes it comes with me. I bring it back when I remember. I just don't remember often."
Horst's was open at 4:30 AM every day; Peter had already been by once for a cinnamon roll. He shrugged and gestured to the door to indicate it was open.
"After you? That's polite. I know that one. I'm paying for breakfast, too. I've got a job lined up. Should be a break from the usual boredom. It's easy though. That's kind of a given. Being a part of the X-Men has been the hardest job I've ever had so far. Or. Well. The only hard job I've had so far. Everything else has been easy. For me. I know it's not all easy for everyone. Okay. You talk. I'm starting to do that thing where I say everything in my head and I know it's really not cool."
Peter compressed his lips into a thin line before pretending to 'zip' them closed and throw away the invisible key. He grinned wide at the familiar face behind the counter, amused as she started to dutifully fill a tray with what he liked when he came in to eat.