1x1 with tabby-chan

[bee]

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quinnely
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kiss me under the

light of a thousand stars
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place your head

on my beating heart

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(about a seven hour flight, not counting waiting for them at the airport e.e)
After Luka left reluctantly, Quinn was a bit relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with a rambling boy trying to cover up their cuddling. On the other hand, being stuck with a furious father all alone wasn't all too great, either. As the other boy scampered away, the next minute or two consisted of cooling silence filled with Quinn's gaze locked on his feet guiltily and Mr. Miles with his arms crossed, staring down at the sick kid as if pondering his punishment. The man finally explained that he'd come home to pick up some paperwork needed for the office, and found it a bit weird that a strangers car was parked in his driveway. The sight of another teenager under his roof was said to be quite startling, too. As Quinn opened his mouth to answer, his dad just held up a hand to stop him. He then explained that the discussion would be tomorrow, and for now he should just get some rest and think about what had just happened.
It was now about 12:00 at night, and Quinn was dozing off. His father had gone back to work and returned in the evening, tracking down Mrs. Miles and sharing the news with her, too. Quinnely had heard them through the door from all the way downstairs, since the two had been raising their voices while sharing their opinions to each other. The only positive thing about the events recently was that the boy was starting to feel much better. His stomach ceased its constant ache and his dizziness faded. He was still quite tired and his temperature altered as it pleased, but his body seemed to finally be allowing peaceful slumber.
His nap was drawn to a close as a light tapping came from his window. Quinn was laying on his belly with his head resting on his folded arms, brown hair still mussed up from Lulu's trip over. He'd pulled on a shirt and turned on the fan, along with a lamp in the corner of the room that set a sleepy glow across his living space. Sea colored eyes slowly fluttered open, focusing on the source of the sound. The poor boy's heart leaped in his chest as a figure was outlined against the trees of his window, a person sitting on his roof, waiting. And despite his priorly sleeping mind, he quickly perceived that only one human would be mad enough to climb onto his house and wake him by gently and kindly knocking on the glass at midnight. 'jesus Christ, Luka.' he thought as a dimpled smirk tugged on his lips. Quinn closed his eyes for a few moments before rolling out of bed to greet his rebellious buddy. This genius had been caught sneaking into a house once today, did he really care enough to risk it again? The thought of his crazy friend caring enough to come visit in the middle of the night made his smile stay.
Quinnely stood up and stepped over to the window, unlocking it and pulling the pane up all the way so that Luka could come in if he pleased. The boy kneeled down and rested his elbows on the window sill, placing his head in his hands as he sat face-to-face with his buddy. "how'd you get up here?" Quinn asked, tilting his head as that goofy grin still dominated his face.

[foxes800]

((Geez talk about a long flight xP))

-----The werewolf had been lounging around on the roof for only a minute or two. His legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded behind his head, and back resting against the house as he waited for Quinn to allow him inside or at least open the window so they could chat. With a smile equally matching the goofiness of his pal’s, the eighteen year old turned to finally greet the boy. “Well, dumb ass, I sprouted a pair of wings and flew. How do you think I got up here?” A quick motion, a nod of his dark head of hair, was made towards the large tree that stood beside the two story home. “I don’t know why you didn’t see this coming much sooner. Honestly, you claim to be my best friend… You should have known that I’d want check to make sure you were feeling better, before actually heading home. Sooo, ya stop puking your guts up yet?” Despite the lighthearted, teasing tone, concern laced every word and syllable of his question. Yep. That’s right. Mother hen was back for another visit.
-----Extending an arm, Luka rested the back of his hand on his companion’s forehead, checking for any signs of a fever. The moment he received the evidence he needed, the teen swung his legs over the sill and hopped inside, scooping the younger into his arms (princess style, of course) and paying no mind to any objections he may have had. “Now, let’s get you back in bed, ill one.” And seconds later, the wolf’s endearingly precious Quinny Bear was tucked in tight, the lamp’s light shut off again. All of this was probably unnecessary, but Luka wasn’t about to take any chances. He had no intentions of getting caught once more by the ‘rents, and Quinn needed to relax and rest anyways. “Don’t worry, I won’t stay long. I just had to make sure you were alright, and I wasn’t sure if you had your phone confiscated or not. I mean someone’s gotta fret over ya, right?...” Right. Lulu didn’t even need a proper answer. If the other’s parents were going to be uncaring assholes, then naturally, that left him the responsibility of watching out for the dork. Whether the dork liked it or not.
-----“What happened with your dad after I left? Did he let you explain the situation any better?... What’s the punishment? Grounded for life? Never allowed to hang out with me again?” (Though, they could both clearly see how that would work out. Luka’d just continue breaking into the house late at night.) “I really am sorry about all this though. I didn’t mean to mess things up for you. I should have heard him coming. I should have kept you out of trouble.” As the mutt and probably the dominant in this non-existent romantic relationship between imprintee and imprinter, he was the one who was supposed to protect the other.

[bee]

//definitely x.x //
//oof sorry for the cruddy post, my muse is down the drain this week//
//aight so I'm gonna edit this and make it sound less bouncy later but here's a good idea of what this dork is doing//

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light of a thousand stars
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following his nod to the tree, Quinn gave an amused snort and returned his gleeful gaze to the boy in front of him. "you...climbed the tree? You spidermanned up that tree and sat here for who knows how long just to see me." what a doof. A big lovable doof. "actually, yes. The upchucking is over, thank god." he decided not to linger on the fact that every word that come from Luka's mouth was smothered with obvious concern. Quinnely's little smirk of satisfaction was starting to hurt his cheeks and refused to go away. A cool hand was placed on his forehead as the taller boy checked his temperature. He wasn't feeling as horrible, but he was still a little toasty and probably needed to stay in bed for a while.
Quinn scooted aside to allow his buddy in, now being snuck into the house for the second time today. What evil children they were. Luka soon wriggled his way over the window sill and, with a small squeak of surprise from the pitiful Quinny Bear, picked him up like a princess and tucked him into the blankets. It made him feel a little ridiculous; not the fact that he had been carried to bed by his friend, that was totally chill, but being scooped up like he weighed three pounds was pretty sad. Luka certainly seemed to have a thing for lugging Quinn around everywhere because this had happened twice now, and he didn't have any trouble doing it. The sick boy rested against a pillow and folded his arms behind his head. "no, he didn't completely freak. Nothing got taken away. Actually, he told me to just go to bed. I get to be lectured tomorrow. It'll be...somewhat easy, I'll just tell it as it was and we'll be fine." a little shrug followed his words. Shrugging it off was the best thing to do right now. His smile faded as Luka suddenly dropped the entire thing on his own shoulders. Did he just hear the idiot correctly? This certainty wasn't all the other boys fault. Quinn shouldn't have fallen asleep, he should've stayed awake and listened for the car. He shouldn't have been afraid of the thunder and been scared into holding onto Luka for dear life. This was all partly placed on each of them, and if anything, it was something to laugh about in the future. Screw it, why not now?
Quinn sat up, nudging the pillow off of his lap, then leaned forward and wrapped both of his arms around Luka's neck in a hug. "you're stupid, y'know. Neither of us would have heard them coming, you probably just fell asleep, too. Don't sweat it." this was followed by a quiet snicker into Lulu's shoulder, Quinn's shoulders bouncing faintly.

[foxes800]

((Sorry about making you wait after I said I’d have a reply up. I kept getting distracted and procrastinating, so thank you for the bump.
And I’ll have to edit this later and work on the length then. I finished the rest of this reply early in the morning, so I probably wasn’t thinking straight or transitioning from idea to idea very well at all.
Finished editing. I didn't change any of the main ideas or make any huge improvements, but I reworded some things and described others differently.))

-----Overwhelmed by the comforting scent given off by the shorter male, Luka found it hard to experience anything but relief, as temporary as it was… ‘Neither of us would have heard them coming, you probably just fell asleep, too.’ But that one comment was enough to send a wave of guilt shooting through his veins to spread throughout his entire body. The werewolf took ‘self reproach’ to a whole new level, and it was likely that he’d always blame himself for getting the teen in trouble, despite the other boy’s protests.
-----“You were sick and you needed the rest.” Lulu argued in return. “Besides…” His amber gaze dropped to the sheets, a guilty frown creasing his features as he wriggled out of his friend’s embrace. He didn’t deserve the hug. “I wasn’t exactly asleep. I should have heard your dad, but I was… distracted.” By you. And that wispy soft hair, and that attractive face, and that damn drowsy murmuring. In fact, Luka was almost tempted to comment on these thoughts of his right now. Not only to witness the other’s shocked reaction but also to get it over with. It was exhausting keeping to himself and acting like he wasn’t some love sick puppy who’d imprinted on their best friend. But deep down, the werewolf knew better. Quinn could be put off by the confession, and he’d lose the friendship altogether. Then, there was still that pesky heterosexuality issue, and the fact that he was a full blooded werewolf. Damn it all.
-----“Listen, I really am sorry man… You’ll let me know what happens, ri-” With a curious tilt of his head, much like the way a dog would act, Lulu suddenly cast an anxious glance towards the door to Quinny Bear’s room. By the smell and sound of it, the mother was up again. Now, the questions was… was she planning on checking up on her son? But just to be safe, the eighteen year old lowered his voice another volume level. “I mean I’d stick around and hide out in the woods like a stalker, but I’m not sure if I want to push my horrible luck any longer… Currently, your mom’s stumblin’ around her room for something, and I think Scott, Chase, or… Someone will kill me if I’m out any later than this.” Wait, were the little human’s senses able to pick on the soft pitter patter of her footsteps? Or was it just him who could tell that one of the ‘rents was awake? And had he ever mentioned Scott or Chase to Quinn before?... Oh well. With another nervous glance towards the door, Lulu hurried the conversation up. “If you still have your phone tomorrow morning, you’ll text or call right?”

((Haha poor Quinny comes barging in the cabin the next day, doesn't know any of the other pack members x3))

[bee]

//tabby's a horrible person. tabby should be shunned.
i'm sooo sorry, i both kept putting this off because my muse had buried itself six feet underground and decided not to help me, i didn't want to give you a post looking like it had been scrapped together from the depths of hell, and because i may or may not have forgotten about it ;n;
shall we just timeskip to the next day?//
please just kick be i'm terrible

[foxes800]

((Oh please! I'm just excited you're back. x3 Seriously, I don't mind waiting for replies. I wouldn't want to force you to post on low muse or anything like that. c:
And a timeskip works for me. Do you want me to start or would you like to?))

[bee]

//i made you wait like a month i am so sorry ;n;
would it be alright if you started? i want to know where to stick Quinnely >u< if not i'm totally up for it
i think we were gonna have Quinn get in a fight with his parents and go to Luka's house//

[foxes800]

((Don't worry about it. A month's no big deal. ^u^
And that works for me. I'll try and have a post up soon.))

[bee]

//ppft a month is too long ;A;
alright, thank you so much c://

[foxes800]

((Heh I’ve waited much longer for replies before. A month’s nothing. ^u^
And this conversation ↓ is probably going to get pretty awkward for the little dweeb. Pretty awkward pretty fast, at least when it comes to his mother’s part. xux))

-----The sun was just beginning to rise, staining the sky with vibrant pinks, oranges, and yellows. Bright and early. And yet, the conversation of the day was already Quinn and what to do with him. “He needs to be punished, Lorraine. It’s not acceptable behavior for a young man.” The two adults were stationed in the kitchen, conversing in hushed tones so as to not wake or to be overheard by the sleeping teen. The head of the family was seated appropriately at head of the table, sipping at a cup of steaming hot coffee, while his wife was over by the stove, preparing breakfast. “He’s a teenage boy. We had to expect something like this sooner or later.” “Not with another male.” “It’s only natural for him to be curious.” The woman insisted, turning her delicate gaze over her shoulder towards her husband. “Didn’t you say he was sick? I doubt they were really up to anything.” The corner of her lips twitched up into a small, forced smile. Even she was beginning to lose patience with this topic.
-----Quinn’s parents had never looked out for him. His mother raised him to the point where he could take care of himself, meaning that he could walk, talk, and get his own food out of the cabinets. But the idea of her son, breaking the rules like this, still irritated her beyond measure. Although, she had no right to be annoyed. She’d hardly raised him at all and was acting as if he had insulted her wonderful parenting. But perhaps, the reason behind their lack of parenting was their poor relationship with one another, arguing over the littlest of things... Even by this point, their conversation was getting heated and their voices were no longer quiet. “I doubt they slept together. Miles was brought up better than that.” “He’s a teenage boy.” “Don’t you dare use my own words against me! He was brought up better than that.” "We need to discuss this with him. He was sick as a dog, but there was clearly something else going on with the way that boy was holding our son." “Nothing was going on.” “Don’t be ignorant.” "Don't doubt your own child." After that, the room fell dead silent. Neither of the two adults looked at each other, but each was waiting for Miles to waltz in, so that they could prove they were the one who was correct.

((Feel free to have him cut in anytime. I didn’t want to go too far, but I didn’t want it to be too short either… I don’t know. Is this even reply-able? I can edit my post, if needed. :P))