the phoenix

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He bit back a growl at the comment knowing she was just saying it to get a rise out of him. She was always trying to get a rise out of him. “No go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Not like I was in the middle of anything anyways.” Keegan fought the urge to roll his eyes again. It hadn’t even been ten minutes since the last eye roll. “Na don’t do that much anymore. Thought you’d be happy about that.” He hissed out, flashes of anger and pain painting his voice. “What’re you doin’ here, Dylan? There a reason you tracked me down.”

Sitting down and “making herself comfortable,” as he so eloquently put it, she kicked her feet up; there was no chance of him chasing her off with the mean and angry routine. “Why do you assume I didn’t just come to see my least favorite werewolf?” she asked him, poking her lip out at him. Of course she had her reasons, but that could wait until at least four Disney movies and a immense amount of alcohol.”

He watched her closely, not trusting Dylan to not doing something like destroy a window. Or replace all his food with dog food and treats. Again. But she couldn’t do that if he didn’t let her out of his sight. “Thanks. It was plant free till a second ago.” Not completely true. Keegan still had the plant she’d given hit -alive and well - sitting on the window seal so it could get enough light to thrive. Keegan rolled his eyes, “Course it was. How did I ever manage to survive. I was dead inside until you came back into my life.” He said voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“I know you were. But it’s okay. I’m here now and we can fill your life with all the sunshine that you deserve. Assuming that you’re a good boy and behave.” Dylan gave him a smirk, peeking around corners to take it all in. Being a snoop was easy when you were as small as she was. "Really? No one’s here? I half expected to catch you nude with some guy hiding in the closet.”

Keegan opened his mouth to snap something else at her only to find himself dropping the ax in surprise, arms coming up to automatically wrap around her to support her before remembering no he was mad at her for pulling this stun in the first place. Even if it was good to see her again. Alive and well. “Annoying weed.  Missed you too.” He admitted quietly, voice muffled by her. Realizing that he had a girl wrapped around him and plant life going crazy, Keegan walked backwards back into his apartment, kicking the ax as he went and kicked the door shut. “Let go.”

Pouting playfully, Dylan obeyed, releasing her mutt and letting her feet return to the ground. “Nice place.” she commented, scanning over the apartment. It wasn’t quite lavender enough for her liking, and he could have used a few stuffed animals here and there; but for Keegan, it was alright. She definitely needed to convince him to let her decorate. And by convince, she meant coerce. And by coerce, she meant do it while he was out and couldn’t stop her. “I would have hoped that you’d be living in suffering without me to light up your life.”

"Well, since you asked so nicely.” Dylan couldn’t hide the grin on her face, barely able to hold back her laughing. It was good to finally see his face again, despite the vulgar words that came out of it. As soon as she saw him, she couldn’t help but pounce, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Missed you too, you stupid mutt.”

“–…”

What was once a nice and P E A C E F U L day was ruined by that voice. Snarling, his nails gouged the marble counters and shoulders hunched down. There was no way she was here. Maybe if he was quiet. And didn’t move. It wasn’t like she had super hearing. “Fuck.”

Now in complete control of her power, Dylan closed her fists and enclosed his windows with vines. She had to make a grand entrance or else he’d never believe it was her. “Keegan, I know you’re here. I could smell your filthy mane all the way from Falls Church.”

Birthday’s mean celebrations, celebrations mean trouble.

        Well, hopefully this won't be trouble. I practiced a lot for you. Even stopped taking my medicine for a bit.

I hate birthdays.

       But why?

If anyone jumps out and screams happy birthday to me today, I’ll punch them.

Well, way to ruin all of my diabolical birthday plans.

N-no, that won’t be necessary.  I just try and stay out of his way.