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Tyrese blinked in surprise. Why'd the mood change like that? He frowned as Patrick all but bolted from the room looking sick and more unhappy then just a moment ago. Ah...maybe his humor was misplaced? It also seemed no one changed much from high school, Izzy's old 'flamboyance' was back where it belonged. Again, the wolf smiled politely and stayed conveniently out of Lillian's reach where he couldn't be made to sit. She had been just as misunderstood as he himself, though none of it was done with the wrong intentions. He nodded at the genie without making time to insist she stay afterall. "Suit yourself." And why would he force or plead? They had families, besides, no one would see such pleasantries from the seventeen year old wolf had this been five years ago. His door was open to them at any time they pleased. Or at least Izzy, since she was the one leaving. "Yeah? I hope we do cross paths. Happy thanksgiving, again."

Three people had come in, and now three were leaving. His smile began relaxing before he gave a start as the kettle began to steam and whistle. The wolf winced from the jerk from his own unawareness, turning to move the kettle away from the heat and allow the noise to die down. When he went for his mug he was met with a genuine face this time, and felt some relief. "Salutations." His navy orbs took cover in the reflection of his ceramic mug before he filled it with tea and milk, his crutch tucked under one arm while he sipped from it. "I'm-..." He paused, looking at nothing in particular. He was thinking of two nights ago in the mist and warmth of the closed bathroom doors, which felt like an emotional year ago compared to this morning. "I feel okay today." And 'okay' was miles from his last dungeon of struggles, he was grateful just to be feeling okay. "How'd you sleep?"

The door was opening in the background, safe to assume his uncle was no where near the door. The wolf didn't hear much, however, he'd placed down his drink to finish the appetizers left unattended. He had much more to cook! He had to check in the stuffing and the banana pudding should be in the ice box by now. There weren't enough hands for what he wanted to do, warranting an uncomfortable tug at his sling as it was dribbled with anything he wasn't handy enough to handle with his good limb. It was torture for the wolf as he gnawed his lip and ignored the burning red nerves as they grew agitated and painful in urging to sit down. He refused.





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Patrick wasn't surprised that no one question his condition or stopped him from leaving the kitchen because he did look as sick as he was feeling. He passed by someone that looked a little familiar to him while on his way to the half bathroom. He didn't go back to ask who the brown haired woman and doesn't matter at this time to know the truth. After entering the half bathroom he pukes a little in the toilet then begins washing his mouth out in the sink. "At least I know for sure he didn't bother to look me up from the way he reacted to me not remembering him and didn't know about the accident that was practically world wide news a year ago and he certainly didn't visit me while I was in the hospital. Any questions I may have that the journal can't, I will just remember on my own" he thought as he wiped his mouth dry with a hand towel.
Closing the toilet or making sure its closed after flushing he sat down on top of the lid and leans forward with with his elbows on his knees. "Once this queasiness subsides, I should probably go. I probably over stayed my welcome anyways and technically I am a stranger in his home. No reason for me to come here again and I doubt he would want to actually see me again after today nor be interested in being friends again" he said to himself. He felt it was okay to be talking to himself since he assumes no one would be listening and the silence was deafening at the moment. He was alone and has always been alone, hadn't yet to ever been in a serious relationship. He has never felt he belonged any here and the journal was proof of that for the past.

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Tyrese mumbled to himself as he tried to remember all of what needed to be cooked, hors d' oeuvres, main dishes (ham was in the oven, turkey in the slowcooker), side dishes, and desserts. He should have started yesterday! The wolf clattered the pan of jalapeño poppers into the oven before digging his palm into his brow. Oddly enough, he didn't hear Isa- well, Izzy, strut out of his home like he expected her to. He grabbed a hand towel and was wiping at his dirtied sling when he turned around. "Oh, Finn!" He noticed as the honey brunette sprang on his wife. Was that a good idea? She still had to be a little sore around her ribs. Resigning himself for a few seconds, in which he averted his gaze to the ceiling, he waited until he was acknowledged before smiling back at his best friend. He looked over at Izzy too, his expression melting away into coy realization. "I'll set you a place at the table...thanks, for staying." Perhaps it was all mutually beneficial and fated for them all to be here in some strange way, like an early reunion. Ty didn't think it was possible to see so many familiar faces, ones that didn't outright despise him from those years.

The author pushed back his hair, his chin dropping to his chest as he lowered his head and sighed. "You all keep offering, but I'm so unused to sharing the kitchen." He chuckled uneasily, grasping lightly at the blue tangled locks. He picked up a stack of recipes, hand typed by yours truly, and sat them down in open view. "It's a lot of work, so I won't feel bad if you take back those offers." One thing he'd forgotten since high school was doing things with simplicity and small scale. While just sitting in his room with movies or his writing or his plants was usually just fine he'd instead began letting people in. It was funny that, at eighteen years old, he'd experienced his first time seeing his family as...family to be trusted in rather than betrayed by. The day he finally cried out for help, every hand he'd previously been turing his back to were extended with a genuineness and love he'd never seen before. Sure he wasn't big on crowds, he never had been, but feeling this natural about one person he hadn't seen as a friend until five years after he'd met her, a brother of five years, someone whom had been an enemy, and a shy boy he'd shared a room with. Well, Ty was amazed by it now.

"Here's everything I want to make." Each one was already sorted into dishes. Appetizers: Jalapeño poppers (currently cooking), Stuffed mushrooms, grilled shrimp with cilantro dipping sauce, deviled eggs, fried olives. Side dishes: Honey-roasted carrots, Parmesan peas, Cheddar and chive biscuits, candied yams, baked mac and cheese -which Sela loved,- Lemon herb mashed potatoes and stuffing. Main dishes: Slow cooked turkey and Baked ham. Dessert: Banana pudding, Quince tart, and pineapple upside-down cake. It was a lot like he said, but he was ambitious. He'd been planning it before the opening of La Mer and long before his accident. It would make him feel better to see all of these at a table, especially since he now had so many people to share it with. "If you still want to help, maybe Izzy can handle appetizers? And Finn, since you brought dessert maybe you can complete the others on my list..." He said thoughtfully. He didn't see Lillian or Patrick, so if Aubrey wanted to help it was that much better. And where was that bloody uncle?! His fiancé too!

The ham, stuffing, and turkey were already cooking, so that was taken care of aside from making sure they didn't burn. "Oh bother, I almost forgot...Izzy, this is Finn Teagan and his wife Aubrey. Finn and Aubrey, this is Izzy. She'll be joining us today." When the genie mentioned wishes, the man was caught in scattered memory. Wish- What?! "Gracious! That still counts after five years?!" An instant line ran through his thoughts, somethings that seemed self centered and maybe cruel. But then he considered things that were, perhaps, less selfish. He could wish to be over Lillian, or that he and Lil never fell apart. That, or had never found each other after parting ways in high school. He almost thought Sela was better off. he could wish he was healed, could wish he never felt anything at all, could wish Aubrey was his instead. Or, he could wish everyone else was happy. Sela, and Lillian even, who felt her life was ruined because of him. Aubrey and Finn's marriage. Patrick too! And Izzy herself. Ty could discern some loneliness in them too, although he didn't know the details. The wolf only smiled softly and shook his head, thinking it was best never to use the wishes at all. You couldn't wish for an easy way or force an emotion that wasn't there. Wasn't that more cruel then anything? Shrugging, the wolf eased along the counter before his body dropped him to the ground. The bar stool was there for his support as he leaned into it and closed his eyes.





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🎵☕️ I'm doing "Victoria (heh)"
🎵☕️ I'm wondering "Lumiere/ Ty's place"
🎵☕️ Im carrying "Nothing"
🎵☕️ I'm with "Tyrese/ Lillian/ Aubrey/ *Victoria*/ Patrick/ Izzy"
🎵☕️ I'm wearing "Lazy Fall"

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Hakem softly raised a brow. No idea? He gave an amused smile, "I have some idea." he insisted, chuckling and twisting the sides of her gown with one hand. He twinned it upwards until her hips were exposed, feeling her fingers work at his buttons as he tapped one set of fingers along her abdomen. The tingling sensation from each kiss coerced the first small flushes of heat over his skin, only slightly relieved as his sweater ruffled around his wrists. With a sigh, he lifted his back off the wooden bed frame and pushed his hands closer, sliding he thumb against his vein until it was under the cotton and he could pry the sleeves free. The clothing snatched the curtain open by a few inches as he discarded it, his chin hitching to give the ginger access to the top most button. From there his plum, slightly glowing orbs, followed her lips down his upper body. He exhaled a heavy sigh, waiting for the last button to unclasp before pulling the shirt free of his pants line and shirking it off next. The distraction was brief, muscles in his abdomen contracting with a pang of sensation as Victoria's breath fanned over his button and onto his bare skin. The wolf sucked his lip and pushed his hair aside, breathing echoing in the small space as he grunted quietly and bucked his hips.

Izzy couldn't help the small light chuckle as she heard him introduce the brown haired male and apparently what was his wife “It's nice to meet you” She said to Finn and Aubrey. She walked over to the recipes lowing her eye lids to read the writing though her lashes, the recipes looked simple enough that she could whip them together with hardly any problems so long as she did as the recipes instructed. Bringing her arms behind her as if she was stretching Izzy pulled her jacket off revealing the long scars up and down her arm as she read though the recipes again and nodded her head as she pulled a rubber band from her wrist to pull her long blonde hair back, tying it at the nape of her neck “I'll make the sauce for the shrimp first and put it away to set and then cook the shrimp last” she spoke out loud mostly to herself “The stuffing for the mushrooms should be made first and then put into the mushrooms...so the Fried olives should be made first” she mussed as she went over to the sink, looking into the basin to make sure nothing was in occupancy before she washed her hands “eggs first” she decided as she turned the water off and dried her hands. Izzy wasn't big on cooking, in fact even though she could cook she preferred not to do any fancy pants things and instead normally just at the simplest things she could whip up. Looking back up over at Tyrese she watched him for a moment to make sure he was alright, seeing the little stumble, a smile threatened to break onto her face again as she said “I can't do big wishes, I'm only half genie and well, some personal rules came into effect.” she said in between the pauses he used when speaking and looked back at the recipe “but to each their own. If you don't want to use them you don't have to” she said to Tyrese, the friendly smile back on her face as she looked over at Bree and she waved, her hand curled so that her pinky and ring fingers where against her palm “Names Izzy” she smiled and looked over at the brown haired guy and sighed, that was one person she would never forget since the first and only encounter up till now had been a rude one. Izzy was about to turn back to getting the eggs ready when she herd a slight thump which caused her to turn around just as she saw Tyrese start to drop “s**t” she whispered under her breath, her eyes going wide since she couldn't get her body to move, but that seemed to be a good thing since the brown haired guy got to Tyrese first. Watching Finn take Tyrese to bed she moved slowly behind, milling around until she felt she wasn't in the way in order to ask a question or two. Izzy brought her hands up to her chest one hand curling over the other “Will he be alright?” she asked as her eyes darted in between the brown haired Finn and the Blue haired Tyrese, Izzy made sure to stay out of the way just outside the door, poking her head into the door way in order to see what was going on, staying out of the way since she didn't know what had happened.

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