1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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as the hand mussed up his hair, Quinn didn't have time to hold back the chuckle that escaped his lips. it was like, for this small amount of time in detention, his life was falling into the same footprints as before. he listened to the other boy's explanation of the measures and 4/4 counts, catching onto most of it. the boy had never really played an instrument before, so this was all new to him. Quinn nodded a bit every so often to let the other know he was following along with the lesson. as Luka played, taking it slow so that Quinn would be able to memorize which strings where plucked. not too difficult. with a little nod, he sat up a little straighter. "can I...ah, ask you a question?" Quinn asked, holding out his hands to take the guitar as it was passed over to him. it still hung in his mind- why was Luka suddenly nice when his popular flock was gone? did he just want to continue having his 'alpha male' role in the school? it hurt Quinn quite a bit, how his old friend would rather stay popular and bully him then just be close again.

[foxes800]

((Sorry another spot of wb.))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----‘Can I... ah, ask you a question?’ The moment those words slipped past Quinn’s lips, a sinking feeling made itself known in the pit of his stomach. He had a hunch that he wouldn’t enjoy the direction this went. “Suurrre.... Is it about guitar?” For all that is good and holy just... don’t be about his behavior. “Wait, Quinnely! Do you... Do you have to ask about whatever it is? How important could it really be?” Luka prayed that it was about guitar lessons because if it actually was about the way he’d been acting, what was he supposed to tell the other? ‘Hey, Quinn! I’m a werewolf, and I’m supposed to be marrying Amelia even though I’ve imprinted on you. Oh and if my homophobic father found out he’d probably kill both of us in his fit of rage! So, I don’t want to get you too involved with my screwed up life.’ Somehow, the eighteen year old couldn’t see that going well. Quinn would probably just laugh in his face and call him insane the moment he uttered 'werewolf'. “Maybe we should just keep playing... What do you say?”

[bee]

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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Well, that was a strange response. "not exactly about the guitar, no. It can...um, yeah it can wait. Never mind." he said slowly, then looked down at the guitar in his lap, focusing on plucking the right strings as Luka had said. So the boy would swerve around the question of his behavior, judging by the look that had read panic. He knew what Quinn was going to ask. "hold on, I've got another question." he quickly added, sea colored hues still locked on the guitar as he played the chords. "where were you after school yesterday? You know, after beating the crap out of me." Quinn tried to sound light and sarcastic about it, but it came out a little nervous, remembering the pain that Luka had caused. Glancing up at Luka, he paused his strumming, quirking a dark brow questioningly.

(Eh it's contagious ;n;)

[foxes800]

((I swear it spreads like wildfire. :’C))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----What a relief. Quinn had had enough sense to drop the topic which meant they could stay on speaking terms for a while longer. “Alright, later... maybe.” (More like never if Luka had any say in the matter.) The eighteen year old kept his focus locked on where Quinn’s fingers were, having to reach over a couple of times and gently nudge them to the correct positions. “For a C chord your fingers need to be there, there, and there. For some reason you keep trying to play a D minor.”
-----Most the lesson had continued on that way. The werewolf would observe his friend’s playing, make a couple of corrections, and then the other brunette would fix his mistakes. However, the basic pattern they had settled on was interrupted when Quinnely decided that another question was in order. Where had he been after school yesterday? Man... His friend was as easy to read as an open book. He might as well have been up front and just asked, ‘were you the one who blindfolded me, snatched me up, and then took me home and up to my room?’ “Yesterday, right after school, I was walking Amelia back to her house. She lives only a couple blocks from here and nagged me into doing it. She thought it’d be a cute, romantic gesture or something stupid like that... Why do you ask?”
-----It had been a fairly good lie, and there was no way Quinn could possibly check him on it. Amelia hated the new kid and therefore would never admit if that had happened or not. Yet, there was still one major flaw. Whenever he lied to Quinn, even when they were younger, Luka couldn’t make eye contact or he’d completely blow it. He’d start laughing or smiling or his brain would find another way to ruin it. So, he sat there like an idiot, staring down at the sheet music and looking through other easy songs they could practice.

[bee]

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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Quinn felt a small grin pulling on his lips. Luka's words said one thing, but his eyes were a completely different story. no eye contact while he was lying, as always. they both had their lying flaws, Luka with his gaze and Quinn with the twitching corner of his mouth. now that the boy was looking away, he got a good glimpse of him in his vulnerable untruthful state. Quinn slowed his fingers to a stop, the guitar ceasing to make noise. "A long story." the words were true. it was a fairly long story, and either way he wouldn't have to explain, since the taller boy had, in fact, been his 'kidnapper'. with a little exhale of relief, now knowing that a stranger hadn't just picked him up and carried him home, Quinn continued his playing, blue eyes tinged with happiness glancing back at the instrument. "sooo...how'd you and Amelia meet?" trying not to sound bitter as his tongue was forced to form her name was slightly difficult.

('tis true. oh, I forgot to ask, should the party be that night or the next day?)

[foxes800]

((If you’re cool with it, we can just have it be that night, and Luka can invite him before they leave to get ready.))

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-----Golden eyes flashed up to meet the other’s sea green hues. And what he was met with was a knowing expression, written clearly on the other boy’s features. “Saw right through that lie, didn’t you?... I guess I should have expected that since we used to spend every waking second together.” Shaking his head at his own stupidity, a couple of locks of dark brunette hair spilled over onto his forehead and a toothy grin gradually spread from ear to ear. He really should have seen that coming.
-----As he listened to the shorter male play, Luka came up with a couple of questions of his own, but didn’t bother asking as Quinn inquired about his girlfriend first. Amelia was a sore topic, but at least it was something he could answer (so long as he left out anything about their species). “Heh. Our parents introduced us and are currently forcing us to date. You see... Amelia’s family and my own family have despised each other for generations. So what do they come up with to unite the two households?... A freaking arranged marriage.” Quinn honestly lucked out in that respect. He just had to tolerate her and the stupid nicknames for another year. Luka was stuck with Amelia for the rest of his life. “You didn’t seriously think that I would date that piece of work of my own free will, did you?”

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(that'd be great ovo)

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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Quinn laughed quietly at Luka's remark. "you're a really bad liar." he said gently. hold on. the teen abruptly stopped his guitar playing, a light red blush dusting his cheeks as he realized he'd been acting like a wimp as he was scooped up and taken to his house. "hey! you freakin' scared me, you jerk! how often do you just go around picking up random beaten children from the side of the road?" despite trying to sound angry, a little humor snuck its way into his tone. never mind that, he'd chew him out about it later. straightening his slightly slouching back, the teen resisted the urge to brush the little lock of hair out of Luka's eyes. surprise suddenly struck him like a ton of bricks at the word 'marriage'. "Wha? wait, you have to marry her?" his seagreen eyes widened, finger's turning numb on the guitar strings. well, crud. getting married to her would make life a living hell for the other boy.

[foxes800]

((Okay I'll have him mention it next post. c:))

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-----A gentle sigh slipped past the brunette’s lips. Even Quinn knew what a marriage to Amelia would mean: a living hell until the day one of them died. “Yeah... I have to marry her. I mean I’d try convincing my father otherwise, but you’ve met the man. He’s as stubborn as an ox, and it’s pointless to argue once he’s set his mind on something.” Luka tipped his head back, staring up at the ceiling in a defeated silence. How was he going to get out of this? “You know... we aren’t even officially married yet, and she’s already cheated on me four times. That I know about... And I swear if that girl uses Lukie Poo one more time I am going to kill her.” For Pete’s sake he wasn’t even into women! And he would never have been into Amelia anyways! He just wanted out of this horrible ordeal.
-----In a desperate attempt to change the topic and lift his own mood, the werewolf shifted back over to the ‘kidnapping’ topic. “Hell.. Amelia and I even have completely different hobbies. She likes shopping, and my favorite past time is picking up random beaten children on the street and then taking them back to their homes. And I feel like you should know that, by far, you were the most terrified child.” A small grin spread across his face at this teasing remark, but he’d have to do better than that to cheer himself up again. So, focusing all attention on Quinnely, he proceeded to run his fingers over his friend’s sides to get his tickle spots. The werewolf had always used to use that to his advantage to keep the other from coming up with some smart ass remark or angry retort (or, in this case, to get what he wanted: forgiveness). “Now are you still mad at me for scaring you? Because I think we both know I won’t stop until I hear that you forgive me. Say it, Quinnely!”

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Love is patient
Love is selfless
Love is hopeful
Love is kind
Love is jealous
Love is selfish
Love is helpless
Love is blind

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Quinn whistled softly. "four times. man, I'm sorry. your dad is sort of a...well, we both know what he is. but gee, an arranged marriage? " he murmured, setting the guitar aside. the topic was switched back to that of the 'kidnap'. as his reaction to being blindfolded, picked up, then carried away to his house by an unknown figure was brought up, his blush deepened a bit, and he started fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. "ah, shut it. the blindfold got me. I woulda been completely happy with knowing it was your arms I'd been scooped up in and carried like a princess." he teased, sticking out his tongue at the other boy. he gave a funny little squirm as a hand brushed up against his side, prodding and poking him and making the teen burst into a fit of giggles, arms folding to his sides as he tried to escape the tickling hands. he keeled over a bit, sliding a foot or two away from Luka. "n-no! never, I am absolutely furious with you!" Quinn said hotly, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

[foxes800]

((I'm hoping the wb goes away for the party. xP))

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-----Luka left the arranged marriage topic be, settling on Quinnely’s teasing. God... he’d missed this kind of interaction! “So if you’re the princess that makes me the prince?... Is that what we’re really going with?” As if he were actually entertaining this idea, the werewolf’s bright gaze scanned over the other person in the room, and he began to stroke his imaginary beard. “Hmm...” There was a long pause. “I think you’d look stunning in a dress. You have that kind of face that would fit nicely with the look.” At that, Luka flashed the other a cheeky, teasing grin and scooted closer just as Quinn moved away. “Now, now, little worm, I didn’t hear an ‘I forgive you’. I just hear a very sarcastic ‘I’m absolutely furious with you’... I’ll give ya one more chance before I start tickling again.” He threatened. “But anyways, on an unrelated note... there’s a party at the beach tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to tag along?”