So it seemed that things were more or less in place for the night, and Peter was glad for that. While he didn't have a problem with life suddenly changing on him and sending him somewhere completely unexpected (he was a little attached to the idea of fate, but he also didn't think that it was impossible to subvert it), he also liked some structure to his nights. Not much would happen otherwise, and this way he could keep an eye on Claire.
The bulletin post he made hadn't gotten much of a response, but Peter could see why. For one thing, they were all expecting to hear from Hanatarou, not him. It wasn't his fault that the kid was too nervous to make his own posts, but nonetheless, they knew him, not Peter. Most of them he'd only met once and some he hadn't met at all. No wonder they were treating him with what almost felt like suspicion.
The only one he knew particularly well was Kibitoshin, and he hadn't replied. On the other hand, he'd been put in contact with another group and that had given him a lead of sorts, so it wasn't a total loss.
But for now, all he could really do was waste time until the night came, and so he let himself be led into the Arts and Crafts room. One of the first people he saw upon stepping in was Sylar, but he was not in the mood to deal with the man right then. Besides, the killer seemed strangely distracted by making the paper animals, so Peter was glad to leave him to it. The less he had to talk to him, the better; he would just watch him from a distance.
And so Peter searched out the only free patient that he saw, taking a seat and then sending the stranger a smile. "I hope this is all right?" he asked as he shot a glance at the sketch in progress. It was looking pretty good. Way better than he could ever manage, unless he was using Isaac's power -- and that wasn't really possible now, anyway.
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The bulletin post he made hadn't gotten much of a response, but Peter could see why. For one thing, they were all expecting to hear from Hanatarou, not him. It wasn't his fault that the kid was too nervous to make his own posts, but nonetheless, they knew him, not Peter. Most of them he'd only met once and some he hadn't met at all. No wonder they were treating him with what almost felt like suspicion.
The only one he knew particularly well was Kibitoshin, and he hadn't replied. On the other hand, he'd been put in contact with another group and that had given him a lead of sorts, so it wasn't a total loss.
But for now, all he could really do was waste time until the night came, and so he let himself be led into the Arts and Crafts room. One of the first people he saw upon stepping in was Sylar, but he was not in the mood to deal with the man right then. Besides, the killer seemed strangely distracted by making the paper animals, so Peter was glad to leave him to it. The less he had to talk to him, the better; he would just watch him from a distance.
And so Peter searched out the only free patient that he saw, taking a seat and then sending the stranger a smile. "I hope this is all right?" he asked as he shot a glance at the sketch in progress. It was looking pretty good. Way better than he could ever manage, unless he was using Isaac's power -- and that wasn't really possible now, anyway.