#* quinn;

“I have a secret.” The oversized pup is laughing under his breath, inside he could feel his wolf wiggling around, overly excited. His smile is so bright, hands pressed to his cheeks as if that would help him calm down some. “The publishers picked up another one of my books. I mean, it’s another children’s book but I’m glad to just get any published you know? I think I need to maybe do more research for my writing, try to build on my own experiences. What do you think?” It’s hard for him to sit still, the cellphone in his hands getting turned over and over as a way to occupy himself. “Okay, sorry-- You’ve been here for all of ten seconds and I’m already planning out my next six months in work. What did you say you came over again for?” His apartment is a mess, much more so than usual. In his whirlwind of bouncing around, he had only ruffled up more stray pieces of paper to float around the room. “Also, hi.”

He knew enough to recognize the building, pressing the first few buzzers to get yelled at in return. Hopefully the sixth time was the charm as he waited for the tell tale sign of someone picking up. “Gage? Gage, I miss you.” The wolf announces, leaning against the entrance. “I know we’re supposed to see each other later but I couldn’t wait. Open the door, pretty please!” 

[ usa✌︎chan ⇢ ] i am getting off the train???? [ ✉︎ ] i had dinner with my dads [ ✉︎ ] the spare key is taped under the mat  [ ✉︎ ] i’ll be there in ten minutes 

Trailing off he just nods a bit to himself, most of the time he didn’t think much about the once a month injections he had. “There can be some. Mood swings are the most common, muscle cramping, headaches. For females that take them for long times, they can risk infertility. It’s nothing that a day in two in bed can’t cure for me, but I’d say I only really experience side effects every few months. Usually only when I’m not diligent on the dates, the later you go the more hellish it can be.” 

A whine sounds from the wolf, his knees coming up to his chest to curl himself into a small ball. Or at least, as small as he can make himself. His silence is more of an answer, his utter refusal to answer the question. Still, he shakes his head a bit a contrast to the way the word “yes” falls from his lips. 

“Just... maybe... a little bit. Not a whole lot--” liar. “Only a little bit.” 

Quinn stays silent for the first few moments, drawing the blanket draped over his shoulders closer around him. “If I found the right person... I would not be against trying new things... For the right person, yes.”