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Theo did not like Halloween. He did not like Halloween, and he especially did not go to Halloween parties, no matter how many baby werewolves with anger issues were in attendance.
This was a fact he made very clear, even while bright blue eyes stared up at him, wide and pleading, threatening to turn into the wilting look of a kicked puppy if denied.
“Please?” Liam asked.
A disgruntled grumble.
(Theo lied. If Liam asked, he would go, even if it spelled his own demise).
“Fine.”
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Just because he physically and mentally couldn’t deny Liam anything, did not mean he couldn’t complain the whole time he was forced to be at Mason’s Halloween party.
It started with the pumpkin carving. Why it was supposed to be a fun activity, Theo didn’t understand.
He tried to back out, but Liam gave him a look, eyebrows raised, and he scowled, picking up the nearest knife and stabbing it into the lumpy, orange gourd set in front of him on the table.
With brutal efficiency, he cut through the meat of it, ignoring the stares he got from the other pack members as he shoved the insides into a bowl and wiped off his hands, until his pumpkin lay in neatly quartered pieces over the tablecloth.
“There. Am I done?”
Liam let out a long sigh.
Alec, ever the one to point out the obvious, blinked at the older chimera, and said, “You were supposed to carve a face into it.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?” Theo’s face scrunched up in confusion.
“You know what - it’s fine, you can help me with mine.” Liam offered a - mildly strained - grin, and tugged him over to his side of the table, fingers clasped tight around his wrist. “Put down the knife, you look like you’re going to stab one of us.”
“I might,” Theo muttered under his breath.
The young werewolf shot him a glare, and he raised his hands in surrender, tossing the knife onto the white tablecloth as commanded.
He sulked in the chair next to Liam, since he’d been henceforth banned from holding any sharp weaponry, but that didn’t stop him from offering his opinions on the ongoing festivities.
“These aren’t anatomically correct,” he felt the need to point out, when Corey set out a plate of chocolate cupcakes frosted with the impression of human skulls, but he bit into one anyway, strawberry filling spilling into his mouth. “Skulls don’t bleed, and, excluding that, your blood is the wrong color. Blood only turns pink if -“
“Theo,” Liam hissed.
“I’m just saying.” If he were anyone else but the chimera of death, Theo might be assumed to be pouting, still chewing on the remainder of his cupcake.
Mason groaned into his hands.
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Everyone’s patience had worn very thin by the time the horror movie marathon started.
Theo and Liam had taken up residence in the cornflower blue loveseat (at the behest of the rest of the pack, who may or may not have just wanted to abandon Liam to deal with Theo), while Mason, Corey, and Brett piled on top of the other couch, Alec and Nolan splayed out on the floor at their feet.
Mason’s eye had developed a permanent twitch every time Theo opened his mouth. Corey looked like he was in physical pain, and Brett munched on popcorn like the kernels had personally offended him, glaring at the TV screen with flared-gold eyes.
Alec, as always, was oblivious to everything and watched the movie with childlike glee.
“Boo.” Theo tossed popcorn at the screen. “Impromptu dissections get blood everywhere, where the fuck is the blood?”
Mason’s patience cracked in half.
“Someone, for the love of god, shut him up, I am begging you,” he almost cried. “If he keeps talking, I am going to rip out his vocal cords with my bare hands.”
“Shutting him up,” Liam responded.
Theo stared up at the young werewolf with wide eyes when he clambered on top of him, muscular thighs bracketing his hips, his heart jumping into his throat at the low murmur next to his ear, only audible to the two of them. “You want me to stop?”
The other young man let out an undignified squeak that Liam took as a no.
Later, it would be greatly questioned whether the sounds of Liam sucking face with a former murderer were any better than Theo’s obnoxious complaints, but for the moment, Theo was quiet, melting into Liam’s lips, and that was sufficient enough.