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waking up was hell. literally, hell. more just for his head than anything. as the half-dead teen arose from his slumber, peaceful after the talk with Luka last night, his head was struck with a feeling like his skull was being crushed. he emitted a soft whimper, holding the sides of his head in his hands and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Miles waited for the pain to subside, taking short breaths as he heard his heartbeat throbbing in his ears. what a wonderful way to snap out of the nauseous part of his sickness. the pros of this morning consisted of no bellyache, no barfing, and no feeling too hot or cold or anything hair-pulling like that. the cons, well, these two invisible rocks crushing his brain. standing up was a literal pain, curses and swears hissing past his lips as he rocked to his feet. grabbing his phone, the little device had somehow managed to throw itself across the room, he checked his texts, and found nothing from Luka. with a ignorant huff, Quinn slid it into his pocket and staggered through his doorway, managing to smack his shoulder on the frame. into the bathroom, he took a quick lightheaded shower and brushed his teeth, getting dressed, straightening his wild hair. finally the tired teen clomped down the stairs ever so gracefully, resembling an undersized drunken ogre as he nearly tripped over himself on the last step. what greeted him downstairs was equally terrifying and embarrassing. the 'rents were having a discussion on an obvious topic, for Quinn only caught onto the last few sentences, "-sick as a dog, but there was clearly something else going on with the way that boy was holding our son." followed by a stern, "nothing was going on." so on and so fourth. wait, what? holding their son? they'd been close, sure, and would look a bit strange to anyone viewing the situation out of context, but still. nothing was going on between them, as his mother had stated. so she was on his side in this, that was nice to know. she was a smart women, but she hadn't been there, so Quinn didn't know why she was defending him. Miles grimaced and reached up, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes, the aqua hues still swirling with fading tiredness. "good morning?" he mumbled, alerting the parents of his presence. with that, the two pairs of eyes flicked over to him, and the flury of questions began.
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the calm discussion quickly turned to a defensive, offended, embarrassed Quinnely raising his voice, and then to parents yelling to stop with the yelling, note they started doing it too, and soon enough Miles was storming out of the house with a slam of the door. the entire scene included the sentences, "nothing happened, i was sick and he came to help. there was a storm, i'm afraid of thunder, but you obviously wouldn't know that because you're never here." "dont you dare turn this around to blame me and your mother." "then stop blaming me for something you didn't even see!" "we saw enough." "you saw nothing." Mama Miles was soon trying to calm down the father with his vein popping, and Quinn just straight up left. grabbing his jacket off the hook, it was actually quite warm outside why was he doing that, and throwing on a pair of sneakers, he was out of that hellhole. oddly, the first place he thought to go was Luka's house. he hadn't been there in so long, so he was forced to look at the address that had magically appeared in his phone. Quinnely's skateboard was a very reliable source of travel, and he was quickly cooling off as he rolled down the path towards the house in the trees. the light haired boy pulled out his phone, nibbling on his bottom lip as he decided to text Lulu.
//I'm coming over.//
he furrowed his brows and huffed a sigh, then simply deleted the letters, for he was already at Luka's driveway, looking up at the old house. (im improvising with this i have no clue what the house looks like) it was big, bigger than most houses, and was made of brown logs. it had many windows, a set of steps, a porch that hugged the front of the house, and some eerie looking space below the whole thing. Quinn knew that Luka had a few family friends staying at his house, but this was...wow. this was impressive. suddenly realizing that Luka may not be home, and he'd have to explain himself to strangers, he was having second thoughts. this was dumb. he was a wimp for running away from home. children dreamed of fleeing from parents, not teenagers in high school. Quinnely eventually made himself walk up the steps, being as quiet as physically possible, and stood in front of the door. ahh crap. he thought as he pressed his thumb against the doorbell, hearing the faint sound of the buzzing from within the house. Quinn shuffled his feet, straightening his tee shirt and reaching up to rub the back of his neck. a teenager wearing a pair of skinny jeans and some geeky band shirt probably wasn't the nicest thing to have on your front porch, so he really hoped it'd be his Lulu answering the door.

//jesus christ novel time//

[foxes800]

((Meanwhile, there's me with only like three paragraphs. Geez tabbers! x3))

-----The late night ‘adventure’ at Quinn’s place, coupled with the quickly approaching full moon, meant that Luka was plumb tuckered out. Blankets were thrown everywhere, his hair was an absolute mess, and half his body was hanging off the edge of the bed when Scott trotted upstairs to pull the werewolf from his sleeping state. Literally. The beta grabbed his legs and tugged him off the comfy mattress and from his nice, warm nest of covers. His body thumped loudly against the ground, and a startled eighteen year old sat bolt upright as he hit the floor. “Sorry. Alpha told me to get you up. Punishment for staying out ‘til one in the morning. ‘Sides, some kid’s coming up the driveway. Figured he was your friend.” A smug grin was plastered on that jackass’s face, the elder snickering softly to himself as made his exit. Friend. The stressing of that one word in particular hadn’t been lost on Luka, even if he did feel like the walking dead. “We’re not dating, Scott,” the teen grumbled, pushing himself to his feet and trudging over to his closet. That’s what he got for confiding in his father figure about his true sexuality. Now, what buddy of his could possibly be coming over this early?.. Not that it mattered. A tee shirt and sweat pants was the best he’d do under such short notice…
-----And that was how the werewolf ended up, opening the door for Quinn, looking like an absolute nightmare. Dark rings under his eyes, making the amber hues seem brighter than usual. Hair sticking out in every direction. And sloppy, wrinkled clothes. “Quinn?” So, of course, the little dweeb was gorgeous and well dressed. “What are you do-" “Well, aren’t you going to invite him in, Luka?” Celine had gotten up and had appeared right behind him, a warm smile gracing her gentle features, her unnaturally-vibrant blue hues focusing on Quinnely. “I’m Celine. It’s lovely to meet you, dear. We don’t normally have visitors… Luka, there’s breakfast in the kitchen. Your friend is welcome to help himself to some food as well.” She added, giving him a pat on the shoulder before going back to sit with the rest of the pack.
-----That’s right… there was also the rest of the pack. Glancing over his shoulder, the eighteen year old finally noticed the others. Every eye in the room was honed in on his pal. His father’s gaze cruel and scrutinizing. His mother and Yuri’s uncaring. And everybody else’s curious and welcoming. No privacy in this cabin. Not with them around, especially since they had superb hearing. “Is everything alright? You don’t typically turn up at peoples’ homes... That’s my thing. Breaking and entering and kidnapping too.” With a grin, the werewolf stepped aside to allow the poor, recovering boy inside the home. “So uhh… Quinn, that’s Chase. He’s the bored brunette, sprawled out on the couch. Elizabeth’s the woman with the book in her hands. You know my mother, father, and sister from when we were kids. Celine already introduced herself. And her husband, over there, is Scott… So do you want some food?” At least it’d be out of the other member’s sight. “So this is your friend? Pretty scrawny kid.” “Chase!” “I’m just saying. Not one of those blockhead, football players. Scrawny little thing.” “Chase!”

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Quinn found himself rocking from side to side on his feet, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as he waited for the door to swing open. the worrying and guilt and anger from his parents was making him uneasy, and sitting still didn't seem to be an option. his fingers insisted on twitching as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. this wasn't fun, being forced to run to your friend for comfort. he was sick of feeling weaker than everybody around him, feeling like he had to be protected or assured that everything was alright. but when your parents think that you're playing for the other team, a father probably going to be angry about it and a mother trying to help him through it despite his repetitive ensuring it wasn't so, he found himself reaching out for Luka again.

finally, the sleepy formed answered the doorbell. Luka stood there with scruffy hair, ruffled clothes, and dark rings under his eyes. a result of the late night visit, he'd suppose. his amber hues looked utterly gorgeous, despite just waking up, as it seemed. "good morning." Quinn murmured for the second time that day, his ocean blue gaze slowly traveling up to meet Luka's. his shoulders gave a soft jump as a woman with dark, curly hair and vibrant blue eyes appeared, greeting him with a warm smile. Celine? that mas a nice name. different, but nice. then she offered breakfast, and patted Luka on the shoulder. Quinn made sure to say a quick thank you before she walked back over to the other few people on the couch, all unfamiliar to the teen. he swallowed hard and shuffled a little so that Luka's form shielded his own from the other's line of sight. they had all been looking at him curiously, and if what Celine said was true about not having many visitors over, it was understandable.

was everything alright. the words made Quinn give a soft sigh, kicking a pebble underfoot and listening as it tinked against the metal door frame. "um...no. not really. i mean, yeah that's your thing but...i'm not really...okay."with that, he mentally kicked himself a few times. good job Quinnely. he ran his fingers through his fluffy light brown hair, taking a deep inhale, then let himself smile softly back at Luka. it was forced, very much so, and didn't reach his aqua eyes. but it was a smile nonetheless, a symbol of happiness, be it fake or true. the teen let himself step into the house, being greeted by the pleasant smell of pine and breakfast food. he stuck his tongue in his cheek, realizing how starving he currently was. emptying his stomach last night and not having a bite of anything today, his stomach was about ready to devour itself.

then the introducing began, and he met Chase, Elizabeth, Luka's mother, his father, Yuri, the lovely Celine, and Scott. as he stepped in, he took in everyone's expression. the first thing he noticed was the big burly man's cruel gaze tearing into him. it made him want to shrink, apologize for something he didn't even do. make eye contact, perhaps. he quickly lowered his blue-green eyes, taking a moment to recover himself before letting his hues flicker to Yuri. she was certainly uninterested, along with Luka's mothers. luckily, the other members of the group all looked welcoming and generally interested. that was...promising, in the least. Luka then asked if he wanted food, and Quinnely looked straight at him and gave the bigger boy a very quick nod, his eyes widening at the mention of possibly filling his empty belly.

and then that Chase kid spoke up, snarking about him being a scrawny little thing. instead of making Quinn feel even worse, he found himself grinning and looking at the ground somewhat bashfully, tapping the toe of his shoe against the very clean floor. "s'alright. i've heard it enough, not really offensive anymore." he chuckled, trying to fend off Luka's attempt to defend him.

//your posts are always gorgeous you hush//

[foxes800]

((Thanks c: I love your posts as well. They're fabulous. <3
I'd make this longer, but I need to get to bed early and I wanted to get a post in before school starts back up.))

-----No matter how hard he tried, Luka was unable to return Quinn’s smile. Faked. It was faked. He wasn’t sure if that was his pal trying to fool him or if that was his pal trying to fool the rest of his family, but either way he didn’t like it. Those brilliant, mesmerizing, ocean-blue hues that the werewolf loved to death, didn’t light up as they typically did... Was this because of that talk Quinny Bear’s father wanted to have with him? Wasting no more time in his attempt to figure it out, Luka turned on his heels and headed toward the kitchen, assuming the other teen would follow along. (Unless he wanted to be left under the scrutinizing gaze of his father.)
-----The kitchen was, luckily, separated from the entryway and living room. It was a fairly wide open space. Countertops and cabinets lined two of the log walls from floor to ceiling, and a small table with a set of matching chairs was fit perfectly in the center. Atop that wooden table was enough food to feed an army, minus the large dents in the stacks of waffles and bacon. Clearly, Scott and Chase had already gotten to it. “I’m sorry about Chase by the way. Believe it or not that was supposed to be a compliment. The moron just likes screwing with people, and he’s obviously very open with his opinions.” Reminder number one for Luka. There may be walls to separate them from the rest of the pack, but they weren’t sound proof. A low growl, quieter than the human ear could detect, sounded from the elder mentioned, and he had to restrain himself from snickering in response. But seriously though, they all needed to mind their own business.
-----“Why on earth was I woken this early?” Early being 8 am. “You know me. I am not a morning person. Somebody better be sick or dead.” The eighteen year old teased, shooting him a quick amber glance as he pulled two plates from the cabinet above the stove. Though, he didn’t bother handing one to his friend. No, no, no. A normal breakfast just wouldn’t do for such a glum little Quinny Bear. Luka had always loved to cook, so he’d prepare him breakfast the way he had when they were kids.
-----Pulling a can of whipped cream from the fridge, Luka sat down at the table with Quinn’s plate, beginning to work on his ‘masterpiece’. A couple of warm waffles on top, bacon eye brows, whipped cream dots for eyes, a whipped cream smile, and a strawberry for a nose. Now, the breakfast was a nice, rather poorly drawn, happy face. Without a word, he tilted the plate up, just enough to keep the contents from sliding off but also so his pal could get a good look at it. The smile almost perfectly matched the werewolf’s goofy grin. And both their brows were raised as they seemed to await any response to the dorky gesture. “Nothing a happy breakfast can’t fix, I hope.” With a laugh, shoulders bouncing faintly, he slid the food over to the spot across from him and began to put some waffles and bacon on his own plate. “I know you’re recovering from the flu, so just eat whatever you can. I barely escaped last night without being puked on. I don’t want to push my luck now.”

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Quinnely followed his buddy into the kitchen, sneakers giving a faint squeak as he stepped into the delicious-smelling room. it was very neat and well organized, newly cleaned, and food had been spread out on the table like some sort of royal feast. would it be odd if he started drooling? because he was about to. stacks of waffles and enough bacon for a pack of dogs (urhurhur), along with strawberries on a plate, orange juice, scrambled eggs, slices of ham, two boxes of cereal, hash browns, and a bowl of assorted fruits. while he stood there in awe, gazing upon the beautiful masterpiece of a meal layer out in front of him, Luka went on about Chase's playful 'compliment'. Quinnely just gave him a subtle wave of his hand to dismiss it with a shake of his head, prying his aqua hues away from the table. "It's fine, I told you. I don't mind." he didn't even care to smile, he just leaned against the counter impatiently as he waited for permission to leap on the mound of food in front of him.

instead, Luka went to grabbing two plates, and started on his odd creation that he wouldn't allow Quinn to see. he gave a soft huff at the question prior, adjusting his grip on the counter awkwardly. "that can be discussed later." the boy grumbled, the unhappiness in his tone clear as day. for now, he just swayed side-to-side out of habit, waiting for Luka to finish with his meal preparing. Quinn's stomach gave a sad grumble, making him bite his cheek. his hunger was forgotten as his pocket vibrated. the teen reached for his phone, letting the screen light up. a text from his dad displayed itself below the time. "where are you." not a question, a demand. Miles furrowed his brows and muttered a colorful assortment of swears under his breath, sliding his phone back into his jeans. he didn't want to talk to his father, it'd only include more fighting and probably a lecture over iMessage. an awkward one at that. very...very awkward. he didn't want to have it in Lukas kitchen. soon enough, woopdedoo, his pocket vibrated again. Quinn gladly left it alone.

Luka then turned around, and displayed his piece of art. a waffle with raised bacon brows, a whipped cream eyes and a grin, and a little strawberry nose. Lulu had his eyebrows quirked dorkily to match the breakfast face's...breakface's...expression. admittedly, Quinn's heart melted a little then and there. the kid used to always do dumb little things like this when they were little, cheering baby Miles up with ease. and that's just what this small act of happiness did. for the first time in a while, a real smile let itself paint his lips, lighting up those blue-green eyes and causing that damn dimple to show itself. Luka's little laugh made that grin stay just where it was, and he tilted his head down as some rosy color dusted his cheeks. blush, flush, whatever you want to call it. Quinn preferred none of those things. as the drool worthy meal was slid over to him, he snatched up a fork and skewered one of those bacon eyebrows. "y'know, I kinda love you. you're the best, Lulu." Quinnely bit into the piece of cooked meat, and settled down happily into his chair, looking very content with himself. he got himself comfy, then crossed his legs at the heel and started talking. "don't worry, I'm cool how. so, papa bear wasn't very happy about that certain encounter yesterday. I'm pretty sure him and my mom want to give me "the talk"," he made air quotes with his fingers, still holding the fork with the piece of bacon holding on, "which is going to be very...not nice. at all. thanks Lukes. anyway, this morning we tried to talk about it and it ended with me leaving relatively angrily and...ah, I think my dad has no idea where I am. which is for the best."" he would have been upset, if he wasn't filling his belly currently. Quinn kept his voice quiet, knowing that the other members of the house wouldn't be able to hear.

//I don't start school for another....hmm, 17 days?//

[foxes800]

((Lucky duck. We obviously started school last Monday, about the time when I died off the face of the earth. x3))
(And I was expecting to see a Polyvore outfit or something for Quinnely. Wasn’t expecting a Shingeki no Kyojin reference. Well played, tabby. Well played. ;u;)

-----A million butterflies took flight in the pit of his stomach, fluttering around and creating a tickly, warm, fuzzy sensation. Blush?.. Except from the embarrassment of last night, he’d never witnessed Quinn blushing before. Not even when they were kids. So why now?.. Luka’s golden hues were fixated on the boy’s features, his mouth gapping and his dark brows rising in a state of confusion and awe. The meal that was sitting in front of him was temporarily forgotten and everything else seemed to be instantaneously cleared from his mind. The teen was absolutely precious. Every miniscule detail about him. “You’re adorable, Quinny Bear,” he murmured softly, casting his gaze down to his plate to avoid the other’s captivating eyes. Luka wasn’t sure if the compliment would be taken seriously or if he’d think it was a joke, but either way the eighteen year old didn’t want to see. It’d taken enough courage to even utter something as simple as that, so heaven forbid he admit his crush on the dork. He’d probably wind up a flushed, stuttering fool. Just like he’d had when Quinnely’s father had walked in on the pair, getting a good view of Luka, caressing his sleeping son’s face. (Heaven forbid the dork find out about that either.)
-----As if taking his frustration with the matter out on his meal, Luka stabbed his two waffles with the fork in his hand, gnawing on them savagely and ripping off a chunk with his teeth, rather than cut them up. What could he say? Werewolves were ravenous eaters. Shifting required an insane amount of energy, so it was almost like having to feed two hungry people at once. Which resulted in a display much like the one unfolding before Quinnely’s eyes. He’d hardly even finished his story and had only started his own meal, when Luka was done with the first plate full and was placing some of the hash browns and eggs in front of him. In fact, it was almost like he’d forgotten the other was there. The other. A human. Not one of his kind. Not used to their barbaric table manners. hell...
-----Upon that realization, the eighteen year old forced himself to slow down, taking one bite at a time, chewing, and then speaking after he swallowed. “I find it amusing that you say I’m the best, which I clearly am. I mean who else will make you smiling breakfast food and cuddle with you during storms?.. But then you go on to sarcastically thanking me. All in one fell swoop.” Giving a sheepish grin, for both the frantic eating and for getting Quinn in trouble, Luka focused himself on scraping together another reply. Words. Use your words, Luka. “I said I was sorry, didn’t I? But I guess that doesn’t really cut it. I keep screwing up.” There was the beat down, the hurtful remarks, the ignoring him, the rest of the bullying, and finally getting him in trouble with his parents. Could he be a worse best friend?... He didn’t think so, but he wasn’t about to dwell on it just then. Quinn needed to keep his thoughts from wandering back down that path, and Luka’d be damned if he didn’t at least attempt to help. “So I take it you’ll be avoiding home for a while?” Without waiting for an answer, the young man stood, slamming his hands down on the table, and enthusiastically exclaimed, “Great! We can hang out again like the good ol’ days! Maybe wander through the woods, race by the stream, climb some trees. Hell, we could even visit the palace.” The stupid grin once again dominated his expression, and if he was in his wolf form, he was certain that his tail would be wagging a mile a minute. Like an overgrown puppy, excited to play. "Come on, Quinn! It'll be fun!" Just like a giant puppy.

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adorable? hell yeah he was adorable. cutest thing on earth. especially when he was sick and hurling his guts out everywhere like a pale barfing zombie. pretty cute. he let his gaze flicker up to Luka, a smartass comment forming on his tongue, but it faded out as he saw his expression. he just cast his amber hues back to his plate almost sadly, maybe a little surprised. was he alright? a frown tugged on Quinn's lips as he had the sudden thought that maybe he'd gotten Lulu sick, too. he shifted in his seat, about to question if his buddy was feeling ill, but his next actions proved his beliefs to be wrong. the kid was tearing into his meal like some beast, shredding apart the poor waffle. it was like the breakfast food had done something to earn this. Quinn watched as his friend devoured the meal, staring with his fork mid-air and sea-green eyes widened. the bacon had long since slid off his utensil. Luka managed to down his entire plate before Quinn even realized he was rather rudely gazing in awe. after the scene was over, and the taller boy seemed to notice his barbaric eating and slowed down to dine like a gentleman, Quinn found himself unable to hold back a slight snicker. he held the back of his hand up to his mouth, trying to conceal the giggles, and cast his hues back down to his own happy-looking plate to finish up his bacon piece. "you ah...you hungry?" his voice was muffled as he attempted to politely hold back those chuckles, carefully cutting up a piece of his waffle.

he listened to Luka's rambling, and just chewed his food smugly all the while. "only one person, Luka. that's gotta be you." Quinnely crossed his legs under the table, feeling his pocket vibrate again as his father or mother texted him. 'don't answer. take a break.' his happy beam was whipped away as the taller male tried to apologize again. he made a mental note to stop blaming Lulu sarcastically for what happened, because he kept getting 'sorry's that made him feel bad. he didn't deserve those. "no, stop saying sorry. your sorrys are sickening. i've gotten, what, twenty already? if anything i should be the one giving them, i nearly puked on you. like, twice." the male looked up and offered a cheesy grin, stuffing a bite of the waffle in his mouth. he gave a swift nod at the question of him staying away from home, scrunching up his nose to make a disgusted looking face, though it looked more like a cute puppy that'd eaten something sour. home didn't sound very nice at all, especially when he wasn't answering texts. speaking of that, his parents would probably soon realize that Lukas house is the first place he'd go after storming out. due to this, walking around the forest with his best friend to escape the 'rents sounded like absolute heaven. Quinn's shoulders gave a leap as Lulu suddenly bounced to his feet, slamming the table with his hands like some sort of inspirational speaker. a grin cracked across the smaller boy's face, biting his cheek to try and stop the sudden beam of delight. Luka's goofily adorable grin wasn't helping at- hold on.

Quinnely took into consideration that he'd just referred to his best friends smile as 'adorable'. that was the time he realized that this wasn't the first time he'd use that word to describe his buddy's sudden grins and smirks and laughs. and that wasn't exactly normal. the fact that that smile sent little shivers down his spine and set free a bunch of butterflies in his stomach made him wonder what the hell was wrong with him. not that Quinn would ever tell Luka that his cheeky grin was cute, but it was an odd feeling towards someone like his guy friend. it was just Lulu's excitement, his happiness that seemed to light up the world around him, that intrigued and charmed the other boy.

his smile wavered, almost a little unsure, and that hardly noticeable blush dusted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. 'stop that.' he ordered himself. his plate suddenly seemed very interesting as he pried away his blue eyes to stare at that instead. after a few moments to cool, Quinn's grin returned, sheepish but true, and he twirled his fork absentmindedly. "sure. nothin' better than spending a day with your best friend, right? but ah...one rule. no pulling beanies over my eyes and carrying me to an unknown destination." Quinn had eaten half of his breakfast, and he pushed it quietly away from him, scooting his chair back. after standing and straightening his shirt, Quinn carried his plate over to the counter and placed it beside the sink, unsure what Luka's family did with dishes. he of course wanted to do it himself rather than forcing another person, it'd always been a weird thing of his. especially since he wanted to make a good impression on Alpha Dad after seven years.

[foxes800]

((I edited a bunch. It's still short, not quite mirroring your post, but I think I fixed the quality a bit. :P))

-----There were many benefits to being a pure blooded monster. To list a few: superior strength and agility, heighted senses, and immunity from most illnesses; however, increased intelligence was not one of them. So once again, Luka remained dumbfounded as the other’s cheeks were stained with a reddish tint. Why’d he keep blushing like that? He hadn’t said anything to embarrass him, had he?... Perhaps if the teen were brighter, he’d realize the true cause. But instead, a mere quirk of his dark head of hair, confusion displayed plainly across his face, was all he’d offer the other. “Uhh... yeah, right. Nothing better.” In fact, the doof only seemed to regain his senses as Quinn perked up. He supposed that was the imprintee/imprinter bond talking.
-----Following his buddy’s lead, Luka scooted his chair father back and carried over his own dish, glancing down to the wasted food miserably. And as he scraped the remainders into the trash and then washed the two plates, his stomach gave a pathetic rumble in reply. The meal was screaming, Luka, Luka, eat me! Obviously, there were also many downsides to being a werewolf, like the ravenous hunger that Quinny had so kindly teased him about. Speaking of which, “You alright, smart ass? You didn’t even finish your breakfast.” Damn it. The boy was already too skinny. Whenever he picked him up, it was like lifting a feather. “So help me, Quinny Bear. I will make you eat. I will fatten you up like the witch did to Hansel and Gretel.” And he knew the perfect way to do just that. “How long are you planning on staying? It’s my turn to cook, and we’re having homemade pizza tonight. I can even show you how to make it.”
-----Oh come on... Quinnely couldn’t miss out on that. Besides, it’d grant the pair more time together. Since separating from his imprintee was hell, the bond constantly pushing him to stick around and stay close, Luka wasn’t eager to kick the other out or to have him taken away by pissed off adults. Really, could he just wrap his strong arms around the male’s small frame and keep the dork forever? “Please join us for dinner,” he murmured pleadingly. Chomping down on his lower lip and gnawing on it almost self-consciously, Luka’s gaze fell back to the sink, his face paling as he resisted the urge to blurt out: ‘Please... I missed you last night.’ That’d be super creepy. So instead, he tried to cover up his thoughts, “I mean... you don’t have to stay for dinner. Only if you want to... You’ll be missing out though. I make a mean pizza. But only if you want to stay... I mean... You don’t have to. We won’t force you to.” God, he was rambling again, wasn’t he?
-----Without another word or any kind of warning, his hand suddenly locked around the boy’s wrist, and soon enough, the eighteen year old was dragging their guest to their back door and out into the crisp, morning air. He simply needed a breather before he either got flustered or got questioned by the pack. “So.. uh.. W-what do you want to do first?” They could skip rocks or play tag or visit the tree fort or play hide ‘n seek or climb trees or anything! Sucking in a deep breath, the older senior began to pull him faster and faster towards the forest’s edge. Yes, his ideas were childish, but now he’d gotten himself pumped up. Quinny Bear and Lulu, back in the forest like the good ol’ days, the simple, worry-free days. “This is great!” He exclaimed. “We’ll have so much fun!” It was like something inside him had just clicked into place, and now he couldn’t shut up, practically yakking Quinn’s ears off as they weaved through the labyrinth of trees. They had the entire day to look forward to. No ‘rents to bug them, no pack mates, no Amelia, no Ian... No one. All he had to make sure of was that they didn’t cross into rival pack territory.

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Quinnely glanced up at the amber eyed boy as he walked up next to him, questioning his choice of not finishing the meal. "i'm fine. my stomach's still recovering, i don't want to eat that much." he said sadly. the food had been great, and finishing every last bite would have been at the very top of his to-do list. unfortunately, the event last night prevented him from doing that. plus the little face that Luka had made was nothing but cute, and throwing it out seemed rude. Quinn snorted very loudly and incidentally as the Hansel and Gretel comment was made, and he threw Lulu one hell of a smart ass smirk and a quirked brow. "not unless you want me puking on your carpet, your dad hates me enough as it is, upchucking in the kitchen would probably result in my death." he uttered the last part quietly, in fear the Alpha Dad might have heard him. he was scary, very much so.

disrupting his evil father thoughts, Luka mentioned dinner. pizza, huh? just so happened that the Italian dish was one of his favorite foods on earth. better yet, homemade. and he could help Luka with it. that sounded like heaven compared to a night of yelling at the 'rents. cooking a meal with his best bud. that was when the taller boy murmured what sounded like a plea, and Quinn couldn't help but give a devilish smile. somebody wanting him to actually hang out made him feel like he had some evil power, like this strong bond of friendship was a devious device that he could cause mischief with. funny thought. "dude, calm down. of course i'll stay for dinner, if your family is fine with it. they don't really know me, though. as for how long i'm staying, i was gonna ask-" Quinn was interrupted as Luka suddenly snatched his wrist and lugged him towards the back door, resulting in a less than manly squeak from the smaller boy. what was with him and these sudden scene transitions. always getting dragged or carried about by this kid. not that he was complaining, being rushed places by someone you hold close is pretty fun.

the morning air was crisp and slightly warm, just right for Quinn. he smiled softly as Lulu took him excitedly across the lawn and towards the tree's edge. "ahh...remember that little stream we used to play in? the one with the fallen tree over it that you could walk on? oh, that time when i dared you to look inside the trunk and a raccoon hissed at you." his smile widened at the memory, aqua colored hues brightening up. good times. when they didn't have to worry about girls or grades or rude teachers, only betting a quarter that the other couldn't lick the tether ball pole and playing tag in the woods.

walking through the trees with Luka was definitely calming. it relieved him of his stress about parents, along with that of school and the fake bullying that seemed to constantly be eating at him. lulu liked to ramble, and as he talked on about different subjects, Quinn listened and smiled and let himself be tugged along. that is, until the sudden question he'd been meaning to ask came up. "oh, Luka, I was going to ask you something. would it be alright if I spend the night over at your place? I don't want to deal with my parents. it's alright if you, like, don't want me over that long. I would have to borrow your pajamas or pants or something, but other then that I'll be fine for the night. just crashing at your house seems a lot easier." he kicked a pebble and looked at the ground, almost in shame, as he said it. Quinn was being a baby, too scared to confront his parents in fear they'd take him away from Luka for a long time. it would be the same as if he saw them again tomorrow, but he felt like holding it off longer.

//sorry for the short post >.< as for the pizza making, I can only imagine Quinn trying to toss the dough or something and it ends up on Luka's head. or giving each other tomato sauce war paint.//

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((Shhh it’s perfect. <3
And let me know if you need me to edit my post. I rushed this a bit since I need to get to bed. School tomorrow. :P))

-----If it was possible for Luka to be any more ecstatic than he already was, Quinnely had managed to make him just that. By far, today was one of the best days of his life, at least since the other had popped back into town. Not only did he receive a surprise visit from his pal, but the human was staying for dinner and spending the night! And although he’d resisted the urge to blurt out something embarrassing when they were in the kitchen, now was no exception. “Yes!” left his mouth faster than the boy could even finish what he was trying to say. His turn to flush red. The soft color dusting his cheeks as he attempted to hide his face. Suddenly, Luka was very interested in their surroundings, focusing his amber gaze on the branches and leaves above their heads. “I-I mean it’s cool with me, but I’ll have to check with my parents, too... And you don’t mind having to crash in my room, do ya? With this many people staying with us, we don’t exactly have a spare bed for guests.” If they even got that far.
-----The first order of business would be clearing everything with alpha dad. And Luka could already picture how that conversation would go. ‘Hey dad, can Quinn stay in my room tonight?’ No way that could possibly go wrong. It wasn’t like his father hated his best friend.... oh wait! He did. The boy was human and therefore an annoying interference... “Wait, you don’t think our parents will try and keep us apart, do you? I know Papa Miles kinda hates my guts now, and my father isn’t very fond of you either. Granted, I’ll just sneak out or show up at your window again, so it won’t exactly work. But still, do you think they’d try it?” Even the thought of someone keeping keep his imprintee away from him or him away from his imprintee was painful. Nobody’d take his Quinny Bear, not if he could help it.
-----With a confident smile, as to try to assure the other (and reassure himself) that he wouldn’t allow the separation, Luka lead the rest of the way to the small stream the boy had talked about. There were a lot of memories here, splash fights on hot summer days, that time he’d pushed Quinn into the deep pool near the end, and of course having to visit that cranky racoon. In fact, the old critter still lived there. Same scent and everything. “Oh! Be careful when you cross, Quinn. He either bolts or charges if anyone gets close to his home. Attacked a wo... dog before. Got crazier as the years went by.” And by wo, of course, he meant to say ‘wolf”. And by ‘a wolf’, he meant himself. From that first hiss up until now, that batty animal had hated him.
-----Luka crossed the stream with caution but only then did he realize: one, their tree fort was a short distance, and two, his crossing had just meant he’d stepped into rival pack territory. Naturally, the thought made the werewolf freeze, glancing back at the water’s edge apprehensively. “You wanted to visit the palace, right?” He was going to get into so much trouble for this. Damn. Damn. What to do? “Uh... maybe we should turn back.” Quinn or my father’s rules? “Actually, never mind. Let’s go.” After all, what could possibly go wrong? They wouldn’t attack a human. Maybe Luka... but not the boy whose safety he was most concerned about. And yet, his senses remained on high alert, eyes scanning every inch of his surroundings and every once in a while, he’d even sniff the air. “So uhh... The palace is kinda in ruins now. It’s way too small, and it’s practically falling apart... But I thought we’d try and fix it up sometime. Then, if our parent’s try to keep us away from each other, we can hide out in there for a while?”