[@BCTheEntity][@Polaris North]

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His hair was kind of dry at least the ends weren’t dripping onto his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, the bruising around his eyes were the usual, he didn’t know why he was then lathering on some black shadow an eyeliner, but he thought it gave a more dramatic appeal. On those makeup shows they’d say things like making your eyes pop, well they certainly did so. His phone vibrated.

Natalie: Looking cute. What’s with the towel?

Me: I didn’t have a good prop. Half asleep.

Natalie: I’ll meet you at the parade. XoXo

Me: Course. Meeting some others too. 

She doesn’t reply, he doesn’t really know why she continues to text him. Sort of hurts that they are this distant these days. It’s not cause he tried to chew her finger off during intercourse where finger sucking might have been a thing, but other reasons. Myles sighed whatever, running a finger along the slit of his mouth. Could he just not go today? He’s feeling all sorts of moody. He wonders if some people knew about the finger thing or the ear thing if he craved human flesh. It wasn’t that. He got excited and things just go blank from there.

It’s all arousal, your house cat nips when they love being pet. Same concept. Just he could have his partners lose a finger or two. He groans. Getting up, should get to the kitchen, find something to eat. Or was he too nervous to eat? Guess he’d find out. Rushing out of his bedroom, Gemina runs past him in a fancy dress. 

They were so out of touch with time Viorel and Gemina, weren’t they? Didn’t matter it was cool. He wished he could be as confident as Viorel. He strides out onto the hallway. Viorel always walks with this fashionable swagger, using the hallway, he tries to walk as stiffly as Viorel down the hallway.

“Yes, let me explain the intricate details of the historical world to you ad nauseam,” Myles says having his hand extended out like he were an elegant king.

Continuous to pace down the hallway, he didn’t care if Laura is in the call center. Maybe Viorel isn’t going to work out for him because he just doesn’t have the royal stare of doom. Jack’s all right too, like an older brother, but the only thing he could think of is walking a little straighter and trying to look casually handsome.

“Problem what problem,” Myles says with a shrug, “I see no problems as I am walking close to a mangled corpse. It’s an ordinary day, always dark stormy sun shining through gray clouds day at SYNBAD. Boredom laughter cue; hahah.”

Myles sighs none of this is working to bolster his own confidence. What would Jensen do?

“Oh it ain’t all bad,” Myles tries to imitate the casual laid back attitude of Jensen, even pretending to ruffle his sandy brown hair, “You just have to see the world for what it is.”

Laura pokes her head out the door in the call center, “Stop talking to yourself. We don’t need more problems from you.”

Myles looks at the brunette. He decides not to engage. She’s always been a little scary to him. Heading down to the little cubby that had two sets of steps, a metal rail leading up towards the 2nd floor and some cement steps leading down towards the lounge, he began to take the steps down. He wondered who could be up at this time because he could smell cooking. 

A passing thought of Myles was to one day dress like that creepy dog meme and crawl up these stairs in the dark during Halloween. He’d never do such a thing though cause he didn’t want to earn any more points of being weird. 

Entering the lounge his felt a pit grow in his stomach. A handsome, fair sandy brown, Jensen is moving around in the kitchen prepping pancakes. He’s so smooth skin, boyish in his charm, yet remains masculine. Then there’s Jack, he just looks like catalogue jean model looking hot even when bored and that’s what girls like for him.

“Morning,” Myles mumbles, hoping they never find out he tried to imitate them just a minute ago.