First date [Erin]

At first Erin had wished his first date with Max would just come already so he could enjoy it, not so he could get it over with. But after having to heal and watch over Kyle in the infirmary - and he wasn't the best at healing - he was glad for the time in-between that and his date. When he wasn't checking up on Kyle, he'd skipped training with Hunter and caught extra hours of sleep in his cohort. He'd once woken up in his bed with Max curled behind him, the two of them "spooning" - why was it called spooning? They didn't look like spoon. - and he hadn't remembered falling asleep like that, but he'd been grateful for the extra warmth and had just snuggled closer to his boyfriend.

He probably would have slept right through the date if Blaze hadn't woken him up. He didn't know why the previous days had been so exhausting to him. He'd been reunited with his brother, whom he'd made sure to make plans with, wanting to introduce Max to Toby, but the experience of having Kyle attacked and the scare of an intruder around camp had wiped him out. He'd quickly scrambled out of bed to find a pair of swim trunks he didn't remember owning laid on the end of his bed. He'd turned to ask Blaze about it, wondering if Max or Hunter or someone else had bought it for him, but the son of Venus wasn't there anymore, probably left to hunt for muffins.

Erin didn't wear shorts that often - and he'd never owned swim trunks before. It got hot at camp in the summer, so he'd wear cargo shorts when he couldn't stand to be in jeans. However he didn't like wearing shorts. He didn't like his legs. He had no problem with them except for a few small scars he had that probably weren't even noticeable to anyone but him unless he pointed them out. He had one on the outer side of his right knee that was from a cigarette burn - and he'd never smoked, his step-dad did.

He would have loved to have gone with Max to their date rather than travel alone and weaponless. He assumed Max had some surprise set up for him, though he knew they were meeting at a beach. He'd never been to a beach. He'd never gone anywhere that was remotely vacation-like. His relatives had always visited them in Manhattan, though he would have loved to travel to London and stay at his aunt, uncle, and cousin's place. He wasn't sure how serious he was supposed to feel about Max, but after sharing his fears with his boyfriend, he felt closer to him and desperately wished to introduce Max to his family. Not his mother or step-dad, but his Aunt Kimberly, Uncle Jackson, and cousin Drake, his relatives in England. He remembered they were fun. Drake had played video games with him for three hours straight while Toby had fallen asleep watching them.

Erin got off the bus and glanced around, looking for his boyfriend. He noticed Max from behind and ran over to him, calling, "Max!" and smiling at him with his usual bright, sunny smile. He paused when he noticed Max was holding something. "What are you-" he cut himself off and dropped to his knees right next Max, already cooing over the puppy. "Oh my gods, a puppy!" He'd assumed Max hadn't been serious about getting him a puppy. He reached to pet the puppy and giggled when it licked his hand. He'd never had a pet, not even a goldfish. He'd never had something he had to take care of. He'd always been the one being cared for.

He ruffled the puppy's fur but didn't move to hold it, subconciously afraid of hurting it - it was a baby, it looked fragile. "Does it have a name?" he asked Max, not knowing the gender of the puppy, or the breed for that matter. He wasn't an expert on animals. He brought his face down to the puppy and giggled as it licked his chin before baby-talking to it already. "You're so cute, yes you are."


WORDS:; 698
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; Okay, Erin with a puppy is officially adorbs uwu

Maxwell assumed that Erin knew where the date would be once he saw the swim trunks that he had left out for Erin. By giving him a pair of swim trunks, it wasn't too hard to guess where the date would be at really. Either a beach or a water park of some sort, and they never even spoke about a water park. Keeping the leash for the small puppy in his hand tightly, he didn't want the gift to run away from him.

Hearing Erin's voice, Max lifted his head up and smiled as he saw his boyfriend run over to him. His smile only grew bigger as he watched Erin freak out over the tiny dog. Seeing Erin was infectious, it only made Maxwell even more happy, he had that affect on the son of Venus (though he probably didn't even know it).

Looking at the puppy, Maxwell picked him up in his arms. "Well Erin, he is your new pet!" Max said with a smile on his face happily. Yup, for their first date he had gotten his boyfriend a dog. Although a lot of people probably would have told him not to, saying it was a bad move in case if they broke up or what not, he knew that he wanted to spend his life with Erin. And plus the son of Apollo never had a pet in his life, how absurd! Now it was his time to own a pet.

"I literally bought him for you. When you had said that you never had a pet before, I decided it was time for you to have one." Maxwell explained to Erin. "So you get name this adorable little Pomsky puppy whatever you want" he said to his boyfriend. "Okay now hold still because it's your puppy and you should hold the cute thing at least once today" he said as he placed the small puppy into Erin's arms.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, Maxwell held it horizontally so he could take a photo of Erin with the puppy. Quickly snapping a few before Erin could either say no or cover his face with the dog, he smiled and nodded his head as he approved the photos that he took. "You two look adorable by the way" he commented and placed his phone back into his pocket.

Of course there was the slight problem of how to get the puppy into camp. But Max would deal with that later, Erin was happy and looked adorable with the puppy in his arms. He was sure that if he kept it in their Cohort that Blaze wouldn't tell anybody about it. The main problem he had to worry about was if Kyle or Flynn found the dog. He knew that a lot of the other campers wouldn't rat him out, depending on how much time they got to spend with the adorable little pup.

Running his fingers through his hair, Maxwell smiled at Erin and shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight. Of course he forgot to bring sunglasses. "So Erin, what do you plan on naming him?"


WORDS:; 517
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Erin Davis
MUSE:; Lifeline by Papa Roach
NOTES:; enjoy~

Erin turned his attention from the dog to briefly stare at Max in disbelief. Only briefly because the puppy was quite the attention hog. "You seriously got me a puppy?" He wasn't upset, but surprised, even if Max had previously said he would or wanted to. He felt a small tug of guilt. To his knowledge puppies weren't cheap. He tried to protest against holding the puppy but soon the little thing was in his arms and he was awkwardly trying not to let it run away. It squirmed, trying to lick his face. He barely registered Max taking a picture of him, giggling every time the puppy licked him. He hugged the puppy, nuzzling his nose against it's fur.

He jumped and a look of horror flashed across his face when the puppy suddenly barked, afraid he'd hurt it. "Take him! Take him!" he said frantically, picking the puppy up and placing him on Max's lap. He wondered if he looked as heartbroken as he felt. "I hurt him." He knew the bare minimum about puppies and animals. He didn't know the puppy had just barked at a seagull that had come a bit too close to the couple. The puppy whined and squirmed his way back onto Erin's lap, putting his front paws on Erin's chest and trying to lick his face again. He gently and cautiously wrapped his arms around the puppy, glancing at Max for some reassurance.

Erin had always been the one being protected. He'd never had anyone or anything that needed to be protected. He'd never taken on that role, and he wasn't quite sure he knew how to. He'd never had good parent figures, unless he counted Toby and Hunter. But how could he take on the role of protector when he was so used to someone else doing that?

"Horace," he said quietly before repeating it louder, "Horace. He was an ancient poet." Erin wasn't as much of a music nut as Toby. Poetry was his thing. He was great at music and singing, but he was the best at poetry. Horace barked at some children that ran by, laughing, causing the son of Apollo to jump again and look at Max like someone who had just kicked a puppy and would regret it for the rest of their life. "Am I holding too hard?" The end of his question melted into a giggle as Horace whined and energetically licked under Erin's chin.


WORDS:; 411
OUTFIT:; link
TAG:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; Sorry it's so short!