Peter + OPEN
Not usually one to have a sweet tooth, there was something about this time of year and the County Fair in particular that drew that out of him. Peter had never been too fond of sugary things, be it food-wise or personality wise, and assumed both were equally bad. There was something altogether fake about and unbearable by sweetness that Peter couldn't really tolerate, but he hadn't had all that much exposure to things like that growing up. If the nature vs. nurture debate dragged its way into it, Peter felt it wasn't in his nature to appreciate "altruism" or niceties, but nurture would have stamped out that light in him anyway. Those unlucky enough to have been born male into the Hale dynasty (because a dynasty was exactly how his mother treated their legacy) were only given enough care so as to not accidentally fall too far off the wagon before turning into throwaway soldiers to protect the family pride, leashed to the Alpha and used like war dogs.
Sinking his teeth into the candied apple, Peter was surprised at the tartness underneath the sugary shell and thought it was an apt physical representation of the concept he had just wasted time ruminating over. Sweetness never came without a sucker punch in his experience and it was always best to expect one. It saved the energy of having to recover from it later if you dodged it now.
That said, Peter had never been a fighter and despite being able to hold his own, he much rather choreograph from the sidelines than throw a punch of his own. If cornered, like any other animal, he could lash out with surprising strength though his fight or flight instinct always preferred flight if that was an option. Peter would always rather live to see another day than "die fighting." While he was still trying to prove his mother wrong, dying at all was completely out of the question, and therefore, he refused to settle for being a muzzled wolf waiting to be unleashed on some threat.
Having escaped the crowd forming in front of the booth, Peter leaned up against one of the stands as he absently twirled the apple in his hands. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, essentially people-watching, though he wouldn't admit to it even if caught. Peter always feigned a heavy disinterest in people despite feeling lonely, another thing he was loathe to own up to. A naturally envious person, he always felt slightly jealous over others' happinesses, and a frown settled harshly onto his features as he continued to stare out into the masses of people milling around the fair.