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“Man, I am not about to fuck with summer reading. I’ll take the bad first impression,” he groaned, falling back on to the mattress.

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“Man, I am not about to fuck with summer reading. I’ll take the bad first impression,” he groaned, falling back on to the mattress.

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He’s not entirely sure how he found this area. It wasn’t familiar to him, and the wolf in him told Jon to flee. One moment, he had been by McKinley’s side - he had been inches away from pouncing, eyes bright gold in the dark night - and then the next, he was emerging from the wood into a strange area, unfamiliar to the half-breed.
He saw lights in strange looking houses, making the half-breed frown in confusion. Of course, being as curious as he was, Jon made his way to the first home he saw, going up and knocking gently. He glanced around warily, fixing the cuff of his white shirt - a nervous tick - as he waited for someone to respond.
The night had passed its peak, and Cyrus was returning home. Where had he gone? He wasn’t sure, and he couldn’t find it in him to care. It was private. It was far. It was isolated. Nature was full of nearly as many scents as the city, but at least not everything smelled of food. In that, nature was far kinder, far less overwhelming to his still-delicate senses. He could toy with his new abilities without having to fret about unwanted eyes. It was still beyond strange for him to have any physical prowess at all, but now he was confident he could overwhelm the average human without much trouble.
The average human. A thing separate from himself. And to think, he had given up all belief in the supernatural--with the special exception of ghosts. Now, he wondered if he had simply chosen the wrong mythical creature to believe in. After all, he still hadn’t seen any ghosts.
He was nearing the city limits, but as he pondered exactly what sorts of places he ought to explore for his best chance at seeing a ghost, a new scent on the breeze caught his attention. It was close. His feet automatically turned him toward it as he pondered: a wolf? No. A dog? Not quite that either. Something about it reminded him of human, in a different way than how pets smelled of their owners. It was something distinct from all three of these things, and as he peered through the brush, he got his answer. In the clearing just beyond was a boy near his own age, shaking off the tail end of a transformation. His hand found his forehead.
Of fucking course. Werewolves were real too.
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( PIP )
hunting down werewolves had to be one of his LEAST FAVORITE things. the second was demons, and the third was highway traffic. werewolves, however, topped the list due to the fact that they could look like ANYONE. and that’s what was going to make this job into such a massive and excruciating headache. but, it had to be done.
so, with silver bullets in a leather pouch in his pocket, and his handgun tucked away in his jeans, he was ready. locking up his chevy, the hunter stepped down the sidewalk of this new town. everyone was a suspect, and awkward eye contact was all he exchanged. turning off the main road into a small apparel store, he approached one of the workers. or at least dean THOUGHT he worked there. ‘ hey uh, could you help me out bud ? ‘
❝ ----W-wait, wh-what ? I-I was just kidding. Wh-what th-the fuck, Pip, are y-you being ser-serious ? Wh-why does some-someone want y-you dead ? ❞ Questions are being tossed from a feather-light tongue without so much as a breath in-between, a mixture of worry and fear ( emotions that are quite blatantly being fueled from the genuine terror striking the other boy’s features ) now concocting behind wide eyes
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“Is that supposed to change my view point?” Arthion countered with his usual sarcastic manner. The human realm had dwindled down his manners and made him slightly bitter. Still, whatever was going on has the Elf slightly annoyed and this MUTT in front of him? Hardly his type. Sorta....Kinda....Okay he wasn’t t h a t bad on the eyes.
“So now what? Do we get ...erm...what is the word your people use...um...h i t c h e d ?”
— send 📚 and i’ll use the first line of dialogue of a random book as a starter; @moongifted accepting
❛ kill you! did he want to kill you?! ❜
Quinton can recall that the day he met Pip included a swift warning from the boy, himself, words expressing that his reputation wasn’t for being a gentle soul. However, he’s yet to see why that is exactly, for Pip’s been nothing but delicate in regards to him. Words always flooded with kindness, actions expressing the literal need to touch him as though he may shatter at any given moment. It’s not entirely something that Quinton is used to, but he cannot bring himself to complain, for it appears, in some way, that someone may finally want him.
And god knows how long he’s waited for that.
A project had been assigned to the duo, the boys promptly partnering up in order to complete the task in a timely manner. Every afternoon was spent cooped up in the confines of Pip’s bedroom, working away. Said assignment, however, was handed in weeks ago, yet their routine has yet to stray. And tonight was no different... That is until Quinton felt the need to nod Pip over with a question coating his tongue.
He’s talking, words falling from parted lips, though he finds his brows furrowing when he’s greeted with nothing but silence in return. A head cocks to the side, wide eyes attempting to lock with Pip’s, curiosity practically gleaming from sea-foams. He doesn’t get the chance to further question it, however, and is instead met with a hand cupping his cheek, and lips hesitantly pressed against his own. His mind is whirling, unable to form a verbal response, the only thing managing to slip out, instead, being a small, surprised squeak. Yet he forces a hand to be placed atop the one currently held against his face, refusing to allow Pip to slip back.
( @moongifted how many threads are we up to now? )