#v;crowspride

[guardianlibero]

@manbunace {continued from [x]}

Yawning a little as he wandered into the kitchen - rather late at night admittedly - the alpha jumped considerably at the familiar voice, turning around to find Asahi. Taking a moment to process their question, he looked down at the black shirt that he wore, before meeting their eyes once more, “Maybe? It was in my washing so I’ve just been using it as a nightshirt ‘cos I get cold easy.” Yawning again, he blinked sleepily before frowning, “Did you want it back? You can have it back if you want it back.” 

[guardianlibero]

@lunarblxcker [continued from {x}]

There was a distinct pause from the small alpha, before a low growl began to escape him at the tone and words the other addressed him with. It was pretty clear that Noya was stamping down on his anger considerably, as given the circumstances he knew he couldn’t rise to the bait. 

“I didn’t fucking mean that, now stop being a self important, ungrateful ass and go to the heat room.” He assumed that both he and Tsukishima were on the same page on helping the omega through his heat - ain’t gonna happen unless it’s the very last option thank you - but he really didn’t want the other setting off his rut. 

[guardianlibero]

He wasn’t nervous. He didn’t get nervous. He was only meeting the pack he was going to be with for the rest of his life. No big deal. After all they couldn’t be like his old, so called family, so that was a start at least? 

Adjusting the strap on his bag, Nishinoya marched up to the front door of the Crowsnest packhouse, ringing the bell and waiting for someone to let him in. The government officials had said they’d let them know of his arrival ahead of time, so he was hoping at least someone was around.