Chris Argent (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} argentum) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paradisolog,@ 2016-06-07 16:11:00 |
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WHAT: Who let the man start thinking?
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: None so far
STATUS: Open/Incomplete
After having run into two people he knew on the beach -- seriously, was he turning into the Beacon Hills welcome wagon? -- Chris had elected not to wander towards the beach when his mood turned thoughtful. He'd wandered instead towards the waterfall. It was beautiful and peaceful and most of all, as long as nobody else was there involved in... extracurricular activities or bathing... it was a good place to be alone with your thoughts.
Not that his thoughts were particularly sad or angsty. He was just musing over things. Stiles was gone -- though he'd be back, of course he would. Malia was very, very pregnant. And life in general here was... interesting. There were times he doubted this whole baby-making thing. Not the idea of it, not the need for it, no. Not that part. And not his willingness to be there. But where he fit as part of the whole. He was probably one of the oldest, if not the oldest, and that was a little odd. But on the other hand, he'd already done the parenting thing -- he wasn't sure how many of the others, especially the older residents of the island, already had -- and he supposed that parenting advice might not be a bad thing to have on hand. And the Beacon Hills crew knew him, so they in particular would have a resource.
He'd be happy to help anyone, of course. That pretty much went without saying.
Chris sat by the waterfall, barely paying attention to it. He was lost in thought more than anything. Nothing was wrong, actually, he'd just needed to let things just wander around in his brain for a while. That happened sometimes -- and Victoria had always hated it, when things made him go quiet. Because when he went quiet, plans happened. They were rarely plans anybody liked.
Though at least they were better than Scott's.
He was lost in thought enough that he didn't hear someone coming up behind him -- bad hunter. Bad!