[ Petyr returns to his home with bag of leftovers in his hand from his business, placing them in the fridge before grabbing a bottle of wine to pour himself a glass. Unbeknownst to him that there is anyone else within his home, he begins to loosen the ties of his cloak with his free hand, wandering into the living room and freezing at once.
It isn't as though Petyr lives in a common house with other imPorts. So there shouldn't be anyone else here. Certainly not some strange child. Certainly not this infamous strange child who magicked a whole city into his own forest of horrors. Petyr Baelish had absolutely done his research when given the names of dangerous imPorts. ]
What are you doing here. [ He demands, trying to maintain some authority. Of course, Petyr does not want to die. He's sure Peter Pan is capable of killing him with a simple wave of his hand. Even knowing that he will likely revive in this world, he is not too keen about experiencing such a thing. His gaze warily shifts to his exits, wondering how fast he could make an escape if need-be. ]
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It isn't as though Petyr lives in a common house with other imPorts. So there shouldn't be anyone else here. Certainly not some strange child. Certainly not this infamous strange child who magicked a whole city into his own forest of horrors. Petyr Baelish had absolutely done his research when given the names of dangerous imPorts. ]
What are you doing here. [ He demands, trying to maintain some authority. Of course, Petyr does not want to die. He's sure Peter Pan is capable of killing him with a simple wave of his hand. Even knowing that he will likely revive in this world, he is not too keen about experiencing such a thing. His gaze warily shifts to his exits, wondering how fast he could make an escape if need-be. ]