"Wait, wait, hold on. You're used to this?"
Elliot was decidedly not used to this. He hadn't any idea on what this even was. He'd been paying enough attention in Physics class to know that Doctor Who was completely fictional. Then, he'd wished it was real. Now, he cursed the creative mind of...
Nico took the book, one of the better copies, he noted. One he'd tried to buy a few years back, being intrigued by the incredible art, but his mother had stopped him from doing so. Fair enough. He'd already had all three.
"Thank you," he said. Then Damien curtsied. A strange mannerism for...
"Actually, I could use some help. I'm trying to finding a certain story," he said. He found himself gaining slight confidence, as Damien seemed as tense as he was. A feat, since he felt he could knock over five shelves in under a minute if his arms weren't clammy as hell. "I'm Nico, by the way...
It took quite a while for Nico to actually reach the shop. He’d was a master of the true art of procrastination, as any of the unfortunate few who’d been assigned to work with him on literally anything. School projects on the eruptions of volcanoes, stacking up toothpaste in a freezing grocery...
"Cool, cool," he muttered as Damien, he now knew, wrote down the address. At least he knew where town square was. The other boy seemed to take his time while writing. Was he dyslexic?
He gave the paper to Nico wearing the same weirdly genuine smile. Friendly people were few and extremely far...
Seriously, this entire situation was just a whirlwind of everything including, but not limited to: emotions, hormones (the only mood swings Tobias had seen that were like that were the ones on television, and those were pertaining to pregnancies. How would werewolf pregnancies even work?), and...
Elliot hadn’t been expecting much from detention. The most trouble he’d ever been in at school previously was when he was sent to the timeout corner for ten minutes, and the only experience he had with proper detention were the scenes in Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. He was fairly...
Tobias has never been fast at reading. He was especially slow now, trying to decipher what alcohol these Norse lot were high on. Most likely something stronger than the average, stale beer.
“Not much,” he said, closing the book shut. There were graphics containing sibling deities doing things...
Nico was not excited to be there, not really. His father was a good enough man, he knew. Immature and easily irritating, yes, but good enough so that he didn't have a criminal record. Nico couldn't say the same for most of his coworkers back home.
Home. Where was home? Songs said it was where...
Tobias nodded. It wouldn’t be easy, of course, but it could work. Once they were able to get the wolf thing under control, then maybe it would happen. At that point, everything was just guessing.
“Fair enough. Maybe there’s something in this,” he waved the copy of Norse Mythology: the Essential...