Who: Scott and Hermes When: Week 3, Monday afternoon Where: Jannati Rating: Fairly low Status: Closed/In Progress
It had been a slow day at the clinic and Scott had managed to get out early. But instead of going straight home like normally would have, the werewolf found himself wandering the various stores that the city held. He found him wanting to buy a few things for Alcuin, something that his companion would enjoy. That and it also gave him time to wrap his head around the fact that his best friend was on the island, only to be the slave of the man he called his Alpha. It all seemed impossible but fate or whatever the hell they called it seemed to push them into the same area. He still felt a guilt of leaving Stiles back in Beacon Hills without so much a goodbye. But it had been for the best he told himself. If he had known Scotts plan he would have loyally followed and then there would be a different guilt, one of the fact that he caused his best friend to leave his father behind all alone.
Sighing softly, Scott stepped into one of the many clothing stores to look around. He was never much of a shopper. He was the kind of person who would go in, pull a few t-shirts and jeans off the shelf and call it a day. But with Alcuin, more thought would need to be put in. Everything the blonde wore was graceful and lovely and the beta couldn't imagine the other man would want to just lounge in jeans and a shirt. He also wanted to stop by the bookstore and pick up some things as well. He remembered what Hermes had said about Alcuin liking poetry and puzzles. So he would definitely need to pick those up. Embarrassingly he would probably buy anything in the world as long as it put a smile on the blondes face.
As if just thinking of him made the figure appear, Scott spotted Hermes a few feet away. A grin formed and the wolf started to walk over to the shifter. While it had definitely been awkward as hell the first meeting with Scott hurling him across the room, after talking with him, he couldn't help but like the other man.
"Let out without supervision?" He said with a teasing grin as he approached. "Don't they know what kind of mischief you get into when alone?"