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Quatre Winner
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Kei spent the next few days just observing his new roommate, without seeming to. He had plenty of practice doing this, and even when he occasionally got caught, would just pretend he'd been staring into space. Mostly, though he was civil with Peter, he remained pretty aloof in his manner toward everyone. Luckily, Peter didn't seem demanding of his attention. He didn't seem demanding about anything, but easygoing and friendly. Kei even had to smile a bit when Peter left him some food in the fridge. He'd had very territorial roommates in the past, so it was a welcome gesture.
That was really all the hunter could glean from being around Peter- he was inoffensive, casual, polite, and didn't seem to be putting on a front. Kei still wasn't relaxing, and whenever Peter went out and he wasn't on duty, the hunter would follow him on the rooftops. Usually, he wouldn't have bothered, but he was still keeping Peter under close observation for a number of reasons. If the blond was consciously or unconsciously dangerous, he had to know. If he was drawing the wrong kind of attention and bringing himself into danger, Kei had to know as well. So far, though, not much had happened. Only when Peter touched his rosary did Kei feel anything was different about him.
On the third day, the hunter finally bought a new comforter for the coming winter. Though cold didn't bother him very much, he knew it could get to below 50 degrees with wind chill. He was glad his roommate had show some sense and gotten a few warmer things. However, Kei might have to introduce him to the joys of long underwear. The hunter would miss being able to go around in tanktops and shorts- they were so much easier to move in...
As Kei brought in the comforter and put it on his bed, his thoughts were dispersed, and he noticed that Peter as talking to someone on the phone. Kei was glad he had his back turned, so he could pretend to be adjusting the comforter while listening in on his roommate's conversation. Totally innocuous so far, but he remembered that Peter never mentioned anyone from home. Kei couldn't help wondering whom the blond was speaking to. He did have to smile quietly to himself at the description of the little college town as being nothing but stairs. The hills must be murder on Peter, too. The whole town was built on a worn-down butte in the middle of a floodplain, so everything was either up or down.
That was really all the hunter could glean from being around Peter- he was inoffensive, casual, polite, and didn't seem to be putting on a front. Kei still wasn't relaxing, and whenever Peter went out and he wasn't on duty, the hunter would follow him on the rooftops. Usually, he wouldn't have bothered, but he was still keeping Peter under close observation for a number of reasons. If the blond was consciously or unconsciously dangerous, he had to know. If he was drawing the wrong kind of attention and bringing himself into danger, Kei had to know as well. So far, though, not much had happened. Only when Peter touched his rosary did Kei feel anything was different about him.
On the third day, the hunter finally bought a new comforter for the coming winter. Though cold didn't bother him very much, he knew it could get to below 50 degrees with wind chill. He was glad his roommate had show some sense and gotten a few warmer things. However, Kei might have to introduce him to the joys of long underwear. The hunter would miss being able to go around in tanktops and shorts- they were so much easier to move in...
As Kei brought in the comforter and put it on his bed, his thoughts were dispersed, and he noticed that Peter as talking to someone on the phone. Kei was glad he had his back turned, so he could pretend to be adjusting the comforter while listening in on his roommate's conversation. Totally innocuous so far, but he remembered that Peter never mentioned anyone from home. Kei couldn't help wondering whom the blond was speaking to. He did have to smile quietly to himself at the description of the little college town as being nothing but stairs. The hills must be murder on Peter, too. The whole town was built on a worn-down butte in the middle of a floodplain, so everything was either up or down.