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Pippin smirked as Peter came in, probably warm enough to forget he was butt-a** naked.

"On the ground floor, but I'd think you'd want some decent clothes first," he said sardonically. He walked past Peter, rubbed his head slightly like one would a cat, and guided him back into the bedroom.

Opening a vast closet, full of clothes that he'd purchased simply for this occasion, he picked out a blood red Oxford button-up and black, loose-fitting jeans. He knew Peter would look absolutely delicious in them.

"Go all the way down the stairs and to the left. I'll stay in the study that's close by," he said smoothly, leaving so Peter could change.

Pippin slipped on his reading glasses and pulled a book off the shelf in the study: Humans, Everything You Need to Know to Keep One. He flipped the book open and started reading. He'd bought this when he'd been given his rank, allowing him to finally be allowed to keep a human. He'd always wanted one. They were cute and cuddly... He shifted his eyes, afraid someone might have heard his unmanly thoughts.

Chapter 1: Feeding:
'Humans eat a great deal more than Angels. They have about three meals a day, plus snacks and drinks.' Really? So that's why they're so bouncy all the time! They have too much energy to burn off! 'Humans' tastes are all different. If your human is, for instance, lactose intolerant, then dairy is out of their diet. Don't feel them any, or the consequences may be dire.'

Pippin's head shot up from his book when he heard something thunk on the table. He closed it and took his glasses off before entering the kitchen to see Peter face-down on the table, breathing steadily. Awww. Without waking his human, he tilted Peter's body back so his back was level against Pippin's forearm, and he swept Peter into his arms like a bride and carried him to his room.

He tucked him into the silk and satin sheets, leaving one candle on for him in case he woke up. He kissed Peter's cheek and left the room, walking into the kitchen. He raised a black eyebrow at the feast the boy prepared and left. He delicately peeled off a slice of the turkey and ate it quickly, knowing that would suffice for his dinner. It was rather good, actually. Peter was quite the cook.

Chapter 6: Comfort:
'Humans cry. A lot. The best thing to do when your human is crying or in distress is to gently hold them and rock them to and fro. Humans are very sensitive creatures, so any harsh movements are out. It won't earn you any points. If they respond well, they might sit in your lap or hug you like a pillow.'

Pippin jumped as he heard Peter call out. Oh, no! He ran through the house, screeching around corners until he came to Peter's bed where he had tears streaming down his cheeks, his face pinched, and grabbing at the sheets like he was choking someone. He opened his book and read the third sentence again: 'Gently hold them and rock them to and fro'. Yeah, well he might hurt me if I do that.

The boy stopped flailing and Pippin thought it time to act. He sat next to Peter on the bed and lifted his sleeping form into his arms and rocked him back and forth like his book said.