#nicocastillo

"Hey man, congrats on officially leaving the bachelor's club. Who'd have thought you'd be the first one of us to tie the knot?" While he'd generally be one to greet his friends with a hug, with the way Nico's arm hung, Altan doubted that his wounds had fully healed, even despite his accelerated healing. "I know you've probably been patching yourself up well enough on your own. But would you like some magical help?" His lips quirked up in a smile, attempting to disguise the flicker of worry while a little spark of magic weaved across his fingertips. "Or anything else that needs doing, really. I'm completely at your disposal for the day." Although he knew his friends would be fine without his help, between Nico and Jasmine's injuries Altan was certain there was at least something he could do to make life a little easier for them both. He doubted that this was how they'd pictured starting married life, and his heart ached for the fact that they couldn't be enjoying this time as they should be.

"Uh huh - sure you do," she said dryly, arms still holding the tattered remains of at least three separate outfits. "With how much time you spend in the forest, you'd think it would be the least elusive place to stash these things."

She shoved the fabric pile forward, not caring if Nico wasn't quite ready for it. "Seriously - you know you can just take your clothes off right? Without ripping them? Really - how much money do you have that you can afford to lose an outfit every time?"

[text]: wow that’s really hostile

[text]: i hate to say it man but you’re no longer my third favorite werewolf 

Tony spun a full circle in his chair and tossed yet another crumpled post-it note into the trash can. He didn’t know what else he was supposed to do with the post-it notes, seeing as he didn’t even own a pen--why would he when there were about twenty computers surrounding him at all times? What he did know was that he was bored. He had already helped two reporters get back into their computers after forgetting their passwords, had stopped an email virus which had been sending a very suspicious link from their boss’ address, and he’d updated his anonymous food rating blog, giving the pastry he’d bought that morning at Sucré a 4/5 with the same review he gave all of Bea’s creations: could use more sprinkles. And so it was 10am, he’d been in the office and hour, and with his daily checklist complete, he was getting very close to counting the ceiling tiles when a new face came into the office. 

Technically, Tony had never spoken with Nico Castillo before, but names got around in a small town--especially when you’d taken over as the Alpha werewolf in a time where all the leaders in Lunar Cove were being mysteriously murdered. He thought ‘are you here for updates about your murdered mom’ was probably a bad way to greet someone though so he opted for, “If you’re here for the free food, you just missed it. But I’ve been pitching Taco Tuesdays all year if you want to sign my petition.”