He agreed that having unique names was a lot better than something commonplace but his brother liked to point out that dogs were often named Chance when he wanted to get some easy jabs in. At least his parents had considered that when they almost named him Lucky so he could handle the slightly less canine-used Chance. Speaking of that part of the family, he still hadn’t seen them since Turning. It was risky in the early days and since coming to the city, Chance had just been a coward. He wanted to see his parents and Dare but the scrutiny would be hard to handle. He knew they wouldn’t be disgusted given their lineage but it still felt like a failure to be Turned so soon. And what if he sucked as a fledgling on top of it all?
Chance blew up a soft puff of breath. He was still in the habit of breathing which seemed to be a good thing considering how close he always seemed to be to Lyric. The upside was that she didn’t see anything off about him but the downside was that she smelled divine. It reminded him of when his grandma would bake him cookies. He mentioned that to Ricky and Marco after the first meeting and they assured him that was normal as some humans were just tastier than others. But he had to pay attention to it all the same, watching his urge to take a bite. If it became too strong, he had to leave. His restraint had improved since the first few weeks but Chance wasn’t going to risk it.
“I’d love to!” Chance replied with a smile and a lot of enthusiasm before both faltered at remembering his messed up tastebuds. “Maybe I’ll get a popsicle though. Dietary issues,” he covered quickly when he realised it was a corner store so he could switch to something he’d maybe he able to handle. Water and sugar seemed easy enough to choke down. Ricky swore his taste would eventually adapt and balance out but he also said not to book any BBQ dates… or Christmas dinners.
He worried his bottom lip as he screwed up the courage to be a gentleman. Finally, he just spit it out, hoping it wasn’t too forward or insulting. “Can I walk you home after? I know it’s your neighbourhood but it’s getting late.”
Chance blew up a soft puff of breath. He was still in the habit of breathing which seemed to be a good thing considering how close he always seemed to be to Lyric. The upside was that she didn’t see anything off about him but the downside was that she smelled divine. It reminded him of when his grandma would bake him cookies. He mentioned that to Ricky and Marco after the first meeting and they assured him that was normal as some humans were just tastier than others. But he had to pay attention to it all the same, watching his urge to take a bite. If it became too strong, he had to leave. His restraint had improved since the first few weeks but Chance wasn’t going to risk it.
“I’d love to!” Chance replied with a smile and a lot of enthusiasm before both faltered at remembering his messed up tastebuds. “Maybe I’ll get a popsicle though. Dietary issues,” he covered quickly when he realised it was a corner store so he could switch to something he’d maybe he able to handle. Water and sugar seemed easy enough to choke down. Ricky swore his taste would eventually adapt and balance out but he also said not to book any BBQ dates… or Christmas dinners.
He worried his bottom lip as he screwed up the courage to be a gentleman. Finally, he just spit it out, hoping it wasn’t too forward or insulting. “Can I walk you home after? I know it’s your neighbourhood but it’s getting late.”
