1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

(yep yep, that sounds great ^.^ shall I send Quinnely home so we can time skip to the next day?)

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quinnely
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I'm broken,
do you hear me?
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I'm blinded,
'cause you're
everything that
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and with that, an even happier smile tugged on his lips. A lazy day with Luka sounded great. Since it was a Friday, and they didn't get homework, he was completely free. Quinn glanced over at Luka for a moment, then realized they were extremely close to each other and he could literally be breathing down his friends neck, so he looked back out at the water. "sounds great. Dang, I'm such a hunk, I've got my days filled up with dates until next month..." he joked, tapping his converse together again with a light chuckle. "I'm free tomorrow, if you're cool with that. You can come over at four, that's when my parents leave for work." Quinn dug his phone out of his pocket and clicked in on, a frown tugging on his mouth as he saw the time. "damn, I've gotta get home. he sighed softly and leaned to the side to look at Luka, blue hues spotting some sand that had been caught in his dark brown hair by the angry cloud attack. Quinn reached up out of perfectionist habit and brushed it out of his locks thoughtlessly. "since you've gotta be tortured with sitting in bed with me tomorrow, I can just walk back to my house. Save you the hassle." he offered a little smile, then straightened and put his hand back down.

(Your wb is contagious again)

[foxes800]

((Hope you don’t mind, but I just went ahead and wrapped everything up and time skipped to the next day. x3))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Unlike his pal, Luka remained oblivious to their close proximity until it was oh-so-kindly pointed out to him. One second, he was beaming from ear to ear, thinking over their back and forth joke session and watching the rising and falling of the waves. The next, Quinn had a hand in his hair, brushing the tan flecks out of the dark strands. The werewolf blinked in surprise, both brows raising as his unnatural, golden hues turned to his friend. You’d think he’d have learned to see that coming by now. They’d only been best buds since as long as either of them could recall. “I’d nearly forgotten how much of a perfectionist you are. Thanks for reminding me,” the werewolf teased, elbowing him once more before the other pushed himself to his feet. “And I wouldn’t exactly call tomorrow torturous... for me. If anyone’s going to be tormented and messed with, it’s you. But anyways, I’ll see ya then, Quinny. And don’t worry about answering the door. I know where the key is.” (Heh. Now whenever he just let himself in without permission, he’d always think of the ‘kidnapping’ incident.)

-----The all too familiar brrring brrring brrring, sounding from the nightstand, signalled that it was time for the tuckered-out werewolf to pull himself free of his nest of covers. Mornings. Err... afternoons. Actually... just waking up in general was horrible. Especially since he’d stayed at that party long after Quinn had left. Stupid queen bee had nagged him into it, apologizing over and over for kissing another guy and persistently begging him to come socialize. So, in other words, he was definitely looking forward to a relaxing day with his best friend.

-----After a couple of minutes of scrambling about, looking for his cell in the mess of blankets, Luka’s fingers hit the plastic phone case, “Aha!” and he quickly pulled the device from its hiding spot. Better let the kid know he was heading over now. ‘Hey man. I’ll be invading your home in fifteen. Got your old favorites. Sour patch kids and Doritos. Need anything else?’ The werewolf didn’t bother waiting for a response, throwing on his favorite, worn-down, slate-colored hoodie and some jeans, soon hopping into his car, putting and pulling out onto the long, windy, bumpy road.

[bee]

(exactly what I wanted you to do c: thanks!)

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I'm broken,
do you hear me?
★
I'm blinded,
'cause you're
everything that
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Quinn was woken at 2:00 in the morning with a horrible, twisting feeling deep in his stomach. he'd sat up in bed with his elbows on his knees, feeling chilled to the bone and utterly craptastic. about three minutes after just sitting there miserably, and wondering what the hell was wrong with him, he made a mad dash for the toilet and ended up vomiting whatever was in him from last night up into the bowl. he must of caught some bug at school. he waited curled up on the cool bathroom tiles for about ten minutes, his head in the toilet bowl and a groan slipping past his lips every so often, echoing around the small white room. his body kept going from being extremely cold to extremely hot, and he couldn't decide if he wanted to snuggle up in five layers of blankets or take his shirt off and just lay on the floor. after his up-chucking session was over, the sick boy tried to stand up. this ended in him slowly sliding back down to the floor when he almost passed out, black smudges blocking his vision. well, this would be fantastic. it took him about five minutes to crawl back into bed on his hands and knees, taking off his tee-shirt and pulling the sheets up to his waist. Quinn then just laid there shivering for a few hours, trying to get back to sleep, but his aching stomach didn't allow it. after drifting in and out of sleep, crawling out of bed to hunch over the toilet every few half hour or so, his phone beeped to tell him he'd gotten a message. oh. he had a movie date with Luka today. Quinnely reached over and grabbed his iphone, wincing as the bright light burned his eyes out. he unlocked it and squinted as he read over the message. 'sorry to say I'm sick. tomorrow?' he typed back, his vision blurry so it took him a bit to tap out the text. it was simple enough, and his foggy brain couldn't fathom much else.

[foxes800]

((Okay good. Just had to make sure. :3
And is this enough for you to easily reply to? I know I got kind of carried away and rambled on about that movie place for too long. xP))

Ｌｕｋａ Ｅｖｅｒｅｔｔ Ｒｙａｌｓ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
-----Shocker. The parking lot outside the mustard-yellow, shabby, shack of a building was completely void of cars (well, except for his and one employee’s). Netflix sure had done a number on movie rentals, effectively annihilating the need for a place like this. And yet, here he was, staring up at the peeling paint above the glass door. Far more beat up than he remembered. Of course, his family had taken up the new trend as well and hadn’t come here since. (Let’s just say that eight werewolves under one roof, fighting for a remote, did not usually end well.) Luka was about to text the boy to ask if he also had Netflix, but another message quickly buzzed in. ‘I’m sick.’ Quinn. Sick. That was enough to make him get his butt in gear, and he was in and out of the rental place in a flash. ‘I’ll be right there.’ Surely, his friend knew that his illness wouldn’t deter him, right?... Oh well. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

-----The drive from the ugly building to the Miles’ home took less than five minutes, and soon enough the werewolf had unlocked the front door and barged inside. The first thing that greeted him was the scent of vomit, the strong smell making his sensitive nose burn. Yep. Definitely a downside to being half mangy-mutt. “Hey Quinnely!” He called up the stairs, announcing his presence as he headed off to the kitchen and hall closet to grab supplies. Hm. Let’s see... Movies? Check. Ice pack? Check. Extra blankets? Guess I should get ‘em too.

-----After Luka’d found and snatched up everything his friend could possibly need for a fever, or the flu, he finally hauled the load to the small, white space containing the sick teen. Because, of course, his parents didn’t give a damn whether their son felt like he was dying, and they had obviously left the home before even trying to help out. “Wow, man. You look horrible. Like something the cat dragged in.” And that was an understatement. The sight was actually quite startling. There were dark rings under those usually bright, sea-green hues. His face was a ghostly shade of white and his chest was bare, shirt discarded off to the side and covers surrounding him from all sides. “Wow.” He repeated, approaching the bed and beginning to fuss over his best pal. “Now, here’s an ice pack and some extra covers, if you need ‘em. Not sure how you’re feeling right now, hot flashy or chilly. I’ll just put them next to ya... Want me to get a trashcan and place it alongside the bed while I’m at it? That way you don’t have to keep getting up?” It was almost comical the way the werewolf could switch from the alpha of the school, the tough guy, to a mother hen, worrying over Quinn. Guess he’d always been that way, though. The kidnapping incident. When his friend had fallen from that branch and had gotten a couple scratches. And in multiple other incidents when they were just little squirts.

[bee]

(Yeah, it's perfectly fine c : )

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I'm broken,
do you hear me?
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I'm blinded,
'cause you're
everything that
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The sick boy had slowly floated off to take a shallow nap before he'd gotten the text, the phones vibration not managing to wake him. His chest rose and fell evenly, though his abdomen still felt sluggish and utterly uncomfortable. He fell asleep with the bitter thought of not being able to hang out with his best friend today now that he was ill. But soon that dark haired idiot came into the house, yelling something that didn't quite tap into Quinn's consciousness, and left him to continue dozing. The opening of his bedroom door and the rumble of Luka's voice certainly did, and his body gave a startled twitch of surprise. Glazed-over sea green hues flickered over to the boy walking over to fuss over him. He blinked once, twice, then sighed deeply, which ended in a sad sounding hum. Quinnely's eyes closed again, and he slowly processed Luka's words, which took a few good moments. "Too hot. A trash can wou'd be nice." he mumbled drunkly, the words rolling in a slur off his tongue and sounding a bit warbled and croaky. The teen giggled softly at his own stupid sounding sentence, which only hurt his belly more, and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose as his brain felt clogged up. Being a bit whoozy from his lack of sleep, he would probably find the smallest things funny. A crooked smile tugged on his lips despite his current state, and he looked back up at Luka and lifted his brows ever so slightly. "why'd you come, Lulu? You're gonna get sick." the new nickname might have either amused or annoyed the other boy, but Quinn could care less. A little burst of warmth had spread in his chest, a happiness that his friend came to take care of him. He'd be stuck with handling a pukish, tired, and temperature-changing friend all day. True love right there. Quinnely reached over and gently patted the space of empty bed beside him, signaling for Luka to sit. He only slept on one side of the bed, the one closest to the door, and his mattress was certainly big enough. The dumb boy had brought movies, an ice pack, and extra blankets with him. He took the ice pack, placing it behind his head against the pillow, happy with the almost stinging chill.

[foxes800]

Not once had the older male stopped to consider that maybe, just maybe, his friend was passed out, asleep in bed. Couldn’t take it back now. Quinn had already acknowledged his presence, his tired lids fluttering open to reveal a pair of dulled-green hues and his groggy mind slowly working to process what was said. Though, Luka hardly needed the answer before he was headed into the adjoined room to retrieve the trash can. He’d be damned if his friend had to stumble back and forth, to and from the bathroom, the rest of the day and into the night.
Once the bin was set down by the edge of the bed, the werewolf hopped on the mattress and began to pull some dvds from the green plastic bag. “Maybe we won’t have to watch any of these movies after all. It’s like you’re wasted. What with the slurred, garbled speech and the way you’ll laugh at practically anything. I say you’re enough entertainment.” In normal circumstances, after a teasing remark and a cheeky grin, this would be where Luka messed up the other’s already-wild, brunette strands, but he had a feeling that any movement could aggravate Quinnely’s symptoms. So instead, he busied himself with arranging the films in a nice, alphabetically-ordered, line across the sheets. And then in color order. And then in order of most deaths to least deaths. And then from most sappy to least sappy. (Just for the hell of it.) “Any look like a good distraction?” Briefly, his amber gaze slid from the titles to make eye contact with his friend, checking for any reactions. But he was greeted by... a smile? How the hell could he still be grinning!? From the smell of it, the boy had lost half his body weight within a couple of hours. “Finally gone off the deep end. You’re in way too good of a mood to be sane. Really, I should be seeing a grumpy, little beaverpuss instead of a perky chipmunk.” Or... maybe Luka’d just lost his mind, therefore making normal Quinn appear deranged. Probably Amelia’s fault too. Grumpy beaver? Perky chipmunk? He was turning into her. “Oh and don’t worry about me catching that insanity of yours. You know I’ve always been as healthy as a horse. So, I’m here to pester you into feeling better.” (Good thing werewolves’ immune systems protected them from most human illnesses.) “I guess, if you’re worried about it though, I can always leave. Buuut.... there’s supposed to be a nasty storm tonight... Do you really want me gone when the power goes out and you’re sitting all alone, puking and either shivering or burning to a crisp?” Yes, Luka was playing Quinn’s fears to his advantage. Did he feel even slightly bad? Nope.

[bee]

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I'm broken

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I'm blinded, 'cause

you're everything I see

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Quinnely scooted aside a bit as Luka hopped into bed and spread the DVDs out, deciding to order them by title then color then other things he didn't quite pick up. the little smile wouldn't fade from his lips, and he reached up to run a hand through his tangled brown hair. "you're an ass." He mumbled in response to his somewhat dopey and drunk state. propping himself up with his elbows and lifting his head, he scanned the cases for a movie that caught his interest. "Finding Nemo." he purred, deciding to pick the most childish movie in the selection. he'd probably be reciting the lines as they came up in the film, being that he'd seen this a million times with Luka when they were seven years old. and many more since then. Quinn glanced over at Luka, tired hues searching his friend as he rambled on about how he should be a sourpuss and not a happy little 'chipmunk'. A gentle chuckle rumbled in his chest, and the boy bit his lip as he looked down at the CDs, then back up at the darker brunette. "It's sort of hard to be a "little beaverpuss" when your best friend comes over to deal with your gross sickness and watch movies with you." He chirped, using airquotes with his fingers around the words 'little' and 'beaverpuss'. it was evident Amelia's furry animal vocabulary had rubbed off on him. the smile was wiped right off his face as a storm was brought up. come on, he was sick and he'd be tortured with the sound of thunder tonight? honestly! this just wasn't his week. Quinn hoped that Luka was just lying, since he had astraphobia and thunder certainly wasn't his thing. "please tell me you're kidding." the boy leaned back against his pillow, closing his eyes and heaving an obviously sad sigh.

[foxes800]

Quinn looked like the walking dead, and yet he was never too tired or too sick to call him an ass or to call him out on all the stupid remarks he made. This, ladies and gentleman, was the definition of a true best friend. Not like all those phony populars, who were always striving to stay on Luka’s good side. As close childhood pals, he liked that they never had to worry about offending the other with teasing comments. (And speaking of teasing), once the decision was made, the eighteen year old allowed an obnoxious, overdramatic groan to pass through his lips. Head cocked to the side, dark brows raised, and mouth pressed into a thin line, Luka shot the little human an exasperated look, releasing yet another long, overdramatic groan. “And you claim I’m the ass here. You’re the twisted manic, making me watch Finding Nemo for the billionth time. Right there’s a violation of the eighth amendment... Cruel and unusual punishment.” Nonetheless, the werewolf pulled himself off the soft surface and knelt down beside the DVD player to insert the disk. It was pointless to argue with the demand anyways. Even way back when, Luka’d never been able to say no to young, wide-eyed Quinnely. Especially because the boy had always worn his brightest, most childish grin in order to effectively plead his case. That freaking rat. “Twelve years and I still can’t win this battle... You’re just lucky I didn’t remember your movie addiction or I would have sprinted right out that door. Then, you’d still be a sour beaver puss and have to spend the night alone.” Bringing the remote and reclaiming his spot on the bed, the werewolf finally stopped his playful whining and complaining and flashed the other a cheery grin. Truth be told, he’d didn’t actually care at all if he had to watch Marlin the clownfish save his son again. Not if it’d make his friend happy and distract him from the storm. “Quinn, we’re safe in your house, and we’re watching Finding Nemo. Don’t worry about it. If it’ll help, we’ll close the blinds and turn the volume up. It’ll be like there isn’t even a storm going on. Besides, I’ll be right next to you the entire time.”

(Lol can you tell the US constitution was on my history final? x3)

[bee]

(uoof sorry for not responding earlier, I thought I typed up a post then didn't send it and managed to somehow delete it hurrr)

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I'm broken

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I'm blinded, 'cause

you're everything I see

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Quinnely decided not to continue their topic on the torture of watching Finding Nemo, he simply tried to suppress a victorious grin as the disk was inserted in the DVD player. rain had started to hammer down relentlessly, bounding off of the roof and the window, swept sideways by the kicking up wind. outside it was dark, despite it being morning, and the sun only glowed in a feeble slice of a circle through the clouds. the downcast looked angry, if the weather could be. Quinn waited for Luka to snuggle back down into the mattress. "my knight in shining armor." he muttered under his breath, elbowing Luka gently in the ribs. "I'll be fine. a little thunder wont hurt." it wasn't exactly a lie, though he doubted that it would be true. the teen might end up screaming like a little girl and hiding under the covers. He was starting to cool off, so the boy moved the icepack from his head and set it down on the ground. all was well for the first few minutes of the movie, and the speakers blocked out the rain enough that it wasn't too much of a distraction. up until the point where the daddy fish was holding baby egg Nemo in a hug. Quinn had settled down with his fingers laced on his chest, his drowsy sea green hues watching the screen, when something bright flashed in the sky. he opened his mouth to mutter a curse, but soon a loud boom rattled the house, making the human jump in surprise. a tingle of cold traced up his spine, followed by the repeated sentence in his mind 'oh crud oh crud oh crud'. Quinnely cringed and shifted onto his side so he was facing Luka, tucking his legs up a bit, and tried to focus on the sounds of the movie instead of the storm and rain outside. his stomachache didn't enjoy the sudden shift, and the sickening feeling churned inside of him again. Quinn wouldn't hurl on Luka just yet, but it hurt to make the slightest movement.

[foxes800]

-----Leaning back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, Luka threw a cheeky grin in the human’s direction. “Well, I think I’ve earned that reputation. From kidnapping you off the street to hogging half your bed and putting up with your smug ass. And all at the risk of getting puked on.” Granted, half the instances where he actually helped Quinnely were also caused by him, acting like a horrible best friend. Even now. This was probably his fault, but at least he was trying to make it up to the boy. (And if Finding Nemo couldn’t solve some of their issues, Luka had no idea what could.)
-----As the movie progressed, the werewolf would casually glance over to his companion, completely captivated by the other. Was it pathetic that he was more interested in watching his friend watch the clownfish than the actual program itself? Probably. But come on!?... Those exhausted, sea green orbs, fixated on the screen. That blue light, cast from the television, illuminating his face just right. Even sick, Quinn was still obnoxiously attractive. Why'd he have to be straight? It was thoughts like that that kept Luka’s mind plenty occupied, so it was no surprise when the crash of thunder rattled the room and made even him jump. The only difference between the pair was that afterwards, he instantly began to crack up, laughing. While his pal... he was clearly terrified.
-----Luka mimicked the other’s actions, rolling onto his side as softly and gently as he could manage, to face the smaller male. “Damn. It looks like the storm got both of us this time... Anyways, scaredy cat, what were saying about a little thunder not harmin’ anyone?” (Now, it was his turn to act like a smug bastard, despite having jumped as well.) “You alright though, man? You don’t look very good. In fact, worse than before. Need me to get anything or do anything for ya?” Maybe turning the volume up and creating another distraction would help? So with that starting idea in mind, the eighteen year old grabbed the remote and pressed the grey plus-button a couple of times. “When do your parents usually get back? Because Finding Nemo can be used as background noise and we can chat a bit, if you’re feeling up to it, but eventually... we’ll have to quiet it down. That or they’ll come in and nag you about the noise level and probably kick me out as well, assuming your parents haven't changed.” Either way though, Luka wasn't planning on risking it. He was not about to leave his best friend and imprintee alone all night in a storm, unable to distract himself with movies because of his parents. While throwing up half his body weight.