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Post by Blaze Voltolini on Jan 23, 2015 0:56:27 GMT
Blaze couldn't believe he agreed to do this. He wasn't sure if he was convinced or bribed or conned. Whichever it was, he was now standing in the mall. He lied to his mother and told her he was going over to Cy's to study, which in itself would never had been true. Blaze could never concentrate around the werewolf anyway.
The young druid could tell that neither Cyrus or Stiles were here yet. Meaning he was either early or the first one to arrive. He highly doubted he was early. Blaze was never early. Though, there was always a first time for everything. For instance, he was meeting his best friend's (turned boyfriend) other best friend (who was apparently more of an older brother figure) for the first time. If that wasn't bad enough, he had at least three cups of coffee only an hour ago, as well as about a dozen muffins. The boy was hyped up on sugar and caffeine, probably not the best combination, especially for someone that had a hyper personality to begin with.
Blaze was a bit on edge, as he took a seat on a bench. He didn't know what to do or how to feel in this current situation. He supposed acting like his normal self was the best way to go, but when you meet your boyfriend's older brother figure for the first time, it's pretty nerve-wracking. Which was probably why he had so much caffeine and sugar right before coming to the mall.
The druid cared deeply for his little werewolf, he wanted to make sure he didn't screw anything up with Stiles. After all, Blaze didn't have anyone else important for Cyrus to meet. The werewolf already knew his parents (sort-of; Blaze tries desperately to keep Cyrus away from his mother at all costs).
At the thought of his mother, Blaze twitched and glanced to his bandaged hand. "Crazy old hag." He mumbled softly. At least this was only a burn. Blaze had apparently graduated from nice training to bitchy training. Screw up and you get your hand placed on the flames of a candle. Clearly his mother was done playing games, which meant Blaze either needed to run away and leave Cyrus or suck it up and stop playing games too.
He wondered how he would explain this to Cyrus. He could say he burned it cooking, but Blaze didn't cook, so that was out of the question. Blaze really didn't do much besides eat, sleep, wander in grandma's forest, and make out with Cyrus. Wow. His life was pitiful.
Blaze heaved a heavy sigh and rested his head in his hands. "What now?" He questioned no one in particular. The ghosts in the mall could have answered him for all it was worth. Blaze didn't even know the answer. He took a deep breath and raised his head and shoved his bandaged hand into his pocket. "Time to suck it up." He mumbled, "If Cy sees me like this he is going to be worried sick. And this Stiles person. Wonder what he is like. And what kind of name is Stiles? Granted, I have a strange name too, so perhaps I'm not the one to be asking that question."
The young druid stared up at the ceiling, waiting in silence for his companions to arrive.
WORDS: 568
OUTFIT: HERE
TAGGED: @cyrus, Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: HUZZAH!!!
The young druid could tell that neither Cyrus or Stiles were here yet. Meaning he was either early or the first one to arrive. He highly doubted he was early. Blaze was never early. Though, there was always a first time for everything. For instance, he was meeting his best friend's (turned boyfriend) other best friend (who was apparently more of an older brother figure) for the first time. If that wasn't bad enough, he had at least three cups of coffee only an hour ago, as well as about a dozen muffins. The boy was hyped up on sugar and caffeine, probably not the best combination, especially for someone that had a hyper personality to begin with.
Blaze was a bit on edge, as he took a seat on a bench. He didn't know what to do or how to feel in this current situation. He supposed acting like his normal self was the best way to go, but when you meet your boyfriend's older brother figure for the first time, it's pretty nerve-wracking. Which was probably why he had so much caffeine and sugar right before coming to the mall.
The druid cared deeply for his little werewolf, he wanted to make sure he didn't screw anything up with Stiles. After all, Blaze didn't have anyone else important for Cyrus to meet. The werewolf already knew his parents (sort-of; Blaze tries desperately to keep Cyrus away from his mother at all costs).
At the thought of his mother, Blaze twitched and glanced to his bandaged hand. "Crazy old hag." He mumbled softly. At least this was only a burn. Blaze had apparently graduated from nice training to bitchy training. Screw up and you get your hand placed on the flames of a candle. Clearly his mother was done playing games, which meant Blaze either needed to run away and leave Cyrus or suck it up and stop playing games too.
He wondered how he would explain this to Cyrus. He could say he burned it cooking, but Blaze didn't cook, so that was out of the question. Blaze really didn't do much besides eat, sleep, wander in grandma's forest, and make out with Cyrus. Wow. His life was pitiful.
Blaze heaved a heavy sigh and rested his head in his hands. "What now?" He questioned no one in particular. The ghosts in the mall could have answered him for all it was worth. Blaze didn't even know the answer. He took a deep breath and raised his head and shoved his bandaged hand into his pocket. "Time to suck it up." He mumbled, "If Cy sees me like this he is going to be worried sick. And this Stiles person. Wonder what he is like. And what kind of name is Stiles? Granted, I have a strange name too, so perhaps I'm not the one to be asking that question."
The young druid stared up at the ceiling, waiting in silence for his companions to arrive.
WORDS: 568
OUTFIT: HERE
TAGGED: @cyrus, Stiles Stilinski
NOTES: HUZZAH!!!
