The act of seeing with one's own eyes
Jun. 28th, 2014 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Peter doesn't wait for Seth's last reply before deciding to take matters into his own hands. He's not sure what he expects to find when he teleports to Gabriel's apartment, and having to do the trip in several jumps gives him a few moments to think about that and feel like an idiot. Still, he's not going to appear half drunk in the bathroom of McDonald's in his bathrobe for nothing; once he's committed to making the trip he sees it through and arrives in Gabe's empty living room in a flash of pyrotechnics.
Maybe he expects to find Gabriel smirking at him from the couch. What he finds instead, though, is the place looking empty and run-down, the carpet more worn than he remembers from the last time he was in here. Peter stands in the middle of the flat, feeling foolish.
"Gabe?" he calls, listening for an answer before striding over the bedroom to check in there. "Come on, don't pull this bullshit. Why'd you have Seth text me? It's Godzilla attacking again, isn't it?"
Nothing. Cursing, he kicks the bedroom door and then hisses when it hurts his bare foot rather a lot. "Fucker!" he shouts at no one in particular.
Maybe he expects to find Gabriel smirking at him from the couch. What he finds instead, though, is the place looking empty and run-down, the carpet more worn than he remembers from the last time he was in here. Peter stands in the middle of the flat, feeling foolish.
"Gabe?" he calls, listening for an answer before striding over the bedroom to check in there. "Come on, don't pull this bullshit. Why'd you have Seth text me? It's Godzilla attacking again, isn't it?"
Nothing. Cursing, he kicks the bedroom door and then hisses when it hurts his bare foot rather a lot. "Fucker!" he shouts at no one in particular.