THE WOLF — p, luca

[Luca]

Luca hated the fact that Marcellus had picked up on his moment of weakness. He liked to appear fun-loving and aloof in front of his crewmates, as hard as that was with his rather disobedient emotions. He hated the thought of people seeing him scared and upset, and would honestly rather die than have someone witness him having one of his attacks. He was hoping that the king cheetah wouldn't say anything, so Marcel's words were met with nothing but silence. If Luca didn't like something he tended to... ignore that it happened, so instead he clung to the rest of the conversation, focusing on the fact that he'd get to spend some time with someone. Marcellus appeared shocked by Luca's willingness to go about doing chores for him, and it was clear to the canine that he'd only been asked to throw him off. Luca knew he was lazy, and he knew that the other Typhooners knew he was lazy, so he could understand why the striker had thought that the concept of cleaning would get him to leave the cheetah alone. He would have as well, if it weren't literally what he was trained for throughout his whole childhood. Luca didn't let his anger get to him, and instead brushed off the fact that this guy obviously wanted to ditch him. 

Luca followed Marcel into his house and got to work, his eyes curiously sweeping over every inch of his reluctant companion's home. People's houses said a lot about them, but Luca didn't happen across any juicy secrets. No photos taken in secret to expose him as a stalker, no playboy magazines lying about on the floor. Just dust and jewelry. At least the cleaning did something to distract the constant whirlpool of his mind. He enjoyed him time hanging out with Marcellus, sneaking close every now and then to brush against the other male's aura. He didn't try anything more bold than that though, surprisingly focused on his task once he had gotten started. He did manage to pick up on the fact that Marcellus had a bit of a sweet tooth, and stored that information in his mind for a later date. He'd get the guy to like him eventually, even if it took years of gifts to do it. He finished cleaning quicker than expected and hung out with Marcellus as promised, but then he didn't really have much of an excuse to stick around after that. He decided to let the guy recover after that, leaving the harassment until a later date.

Unfortunately, life seemed to catch up to him after that. By the time he next appeared at Marcel's door, he was in a different body with a bonded mind. Marcellus wasn't expecting him, but Luca was sure that he'd know he was coming. Ever since Silus changed his name and came out, Luca's mind had been transfixed on the thoughts that had entered his head at the time. They weren't his, so they pretty obviously belonged to Marcellus. After all, Luca may struggle with a lot of things, but his gayness definitely wasn't one of them. He had accepted that part of himself long ago, during the very first year of his life even. The hellhound lifted a paw to knock at the door, shifting the bag of muffins that hung at his side. "Hey, Marcy, I wanna talk about somethin'," he said, hoping he wouldn't just be ignored. If that happened he'd just have to ram his head into the door until Marcellus got sick of the pain and opened it. Usually he wouldn't bother with petty things like this, but he was curious, he supposed. He wondered why Marcel was so desperate to like women instead of guys, especially in the Typhoon, which was probably the most accepting place Luca had been in yet.