#emilio:thread.

Emilio’s mind was running a mile a minute, expecting the worst case scenario. He knew he’d be able to feel better if he could just find his damn sister. After what felt like an eternity looking for her, he finally sniffed her out in the crowd. “Dia!” he shouted, jumping up and down a bit as he tried to get her attention. “Hey, you clean up pretty nice,” he teased, nudging her arm. “How’re you holding up? Did you come with a date? If so, are they bothering you? Are you having a good time? Do you feel safe?” The twenty questions game was typical for him, as all he ever wanted was to look out for her.

After a little bit of dancing and a whole lot of anxious pacing, Emilio could tell he had worked up an appetite. The werewolf had decided to stroll over to where all the food was (and secretly hoped that nothing looked too disgusting or realistic). He went to grab one of the ‘lady finger’ bread sticks when he accidentally bumped into someone next to him. “Aw shit,” he muttered. “Where are my manners? Ladies first, I insist.” 

Despite the fact that Emilio couldn’t shake his nerves from the ball, he still wanted to have a good time. The issue was that he barely knew anyone in town, as he mostly kept to himself. He scanned the crowd looking for a friendly face to approach. His eyes settled upon a brunette and he decided to approach her. “Nice costume,” he complimented. “That chick from that 90s witch romance flick, right? Uh... Sandra Bullock. Super hot, has a death curse? I mean, really hot...” He often rambled from nerves and this was the worst possible time. “Fuck,” he mumbled beneath his breath. “You look good, is all I’m tryin’ to say. D’you have a date or can I ask for a dance?” 

Ever since the fateful day of Nadia’s almost-nuptials, Emilio found himself nervous in crowds. He was too uptight for his own good, always on the lookout for something off. The werewolf sulked as he, for lack of a better term, patrolled the party. Thankfully he did, as he caught an already drunk man from nearly crashing into a young girl. “Ay! Watch your damn step,” he growled, pushing the drunken stranger out of the way. His attention turned to the young woman, someone that almost reminded him of his younger sister. “You good?”