Romping // Full Moon, Aug. 3.
During their last conversation, Berkeley had managed to convince the new lycanthrope to join him outside of the chains. It wasn’t something he had done in Cresthill, since he had the forests surrounding the town to hide in. Back home, chains were pretty much required on the full moon, and all parties involved hated it. Being chained up made him claustrophobic, uncomfortable, though it was necessary to prevent casualties. At home, he had his aunt and uncle to help with everything. Here, without a pack or family, it was hard to get into the restraints. It offered him freedom though, which he was fond of.
Pulling up to Autymn’s house/apartment, the young man retrieved his phone to send her a text.
“Hey, Autymn, I’m outside whenever you’re ready. No rush - I have my jams. :-]”
He turned up the music just a hair as he relaxed against the seat, a small smile on his face. The numerous aches and pains in his body served as a reminder of his monthly hell; at least tonight he’d share the experience with someone.
@autymn-ackerman