Why hello, my name is B l a z e. and I'm trying out for #242
Mako Name;;Thor
Mako Gender;;Male
Partner;;Toxic Wolf
What do they think of their brother?;;"Stop saying I like him! I don't! He's mean, he won't let me do anything, he purposely rubs my fur so it will go all puffy and
static, and he also shocks me!"
Poor Thor
Although, it might sound like he doesn't like him - Thor idolizes him, and wants to be like him when he is older - He thinks that his brother is the best thing in the world, more then comic books. That in itself is quite a big feat - but, will he admit it? Nope, never in a million years.
Thor is the exact opposite of his brother, and is it possible that it is one of the reasons why these two don't get along with each other at all. He loves trying on his brothers leather jackets - even if they're too big - and reading his comics, but, Thor is always getting caught.
In the end it's Grumpy-Love~
Mission #1: Comic Book of Favourites
Mission Started: 1:17 PM, 22/12/2014
Missing: Fables, #28
Thor stormed into his clean room furiously, fur sparking a little - he almost made a tower of comic books turn into a mountain as he brushed past it, the dark furred mako stared at it, begging it not to fall over, his sparking fur dismissing.
Ok, back to the problem - Thor turned around, jumped onto his bed and curled up on it with a grumpy 'huff', adjusting his old red and white baseball cap. He placed his head upon his small paws, fur continuing to spark with anger and frustration - Thor couldn't find his favorite Comic book, and was rather upset about it.
With glowing eyes, the small mako glanced over at his tower, examining it carefully, he thought about it before, it was about as tall as his brother - Magneto - when standing on his hind legs
Wait a minute... Thor furrowed his eyebrows, then jumped up onto his paws in realization,
It's probably in his room! He tried to push down the stupid feeling he was getting. He mentally called himself an idiot before charging off back out of his room, almost running into the wall that was apart of the hallway outside of his room.
Thor grimaced, looking at the messy state the floors were in - he took a deep breath, holding back a shudder, he didn't like the hallway, it wasn't clean, and he was known for being a clean-freak.
Thor closed his eyes for a second, then opened them and darted through the hallway, looking out for the door of his brothers room - but that soon didn't worry him as he stepped in something wet.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew-" He repeated in a mutter, hoping past his brothers door, then falling over as he lost his footing - Thor pulled a disgusted face when he sat up and looked at his paw, sighing.
He glanced around for a clean towel or something, but found none, and reluctantly wiped his hand on the floor - making a mental note to clean the hallway while his brother wasn't home.
Truth be told, Thor didn't know if his brother was home or not - it seemed quiet enough, but he could never really trust him...
Ok, that was a lie, Thor trusts his brother allot but he doesn't allow himself to show it.
Looking at the closed door with his glowing white eyes, he fixed his red and white baseball cap, then creeped towards the door, slowly poking his head in.
Thor pulled a disgusted face upon seeing the mess in his brothers room, he growled a little, making another mental note that he was going to have a bath after this. He opened the door more widely and walked in cautiously.
No brother, not one in sight.
He might be hanging around with his friends, he though, sighing in relief - the small mako began searching for the comic that was missing from his collection.
"Nope," he muttered, going to a different area, "Nope," he muttered once again, sighing. Thor went on like that for a couple minutes more until he heard some paw steps come up the hallway - Thor dived for the nearest hiding spot.
Unluckily, that hiding spot was prone to running his fur and although he tried to keep still, his fur became all fuzzy like. Much like when Magneto would run his for for Static fur.
He hated it.
Thor held his breath when he saw the paws of his brother come into the room, and the large bag which thudded as it made contact with the ground.
He knew he was toast.