Wanted to do things. Currently crying my eyes out because my family fucking sucks and doesn’t want to wait for me to get off of work on Wednesday to go to grandma’s. I was told LAST MINUTE about anyone going up there and it was too late to change my schedule because of the way all of us managers are scheduled. So now I don’t get to go or see any of my family for the holiday.
It was an excuse, really. In truth, JJ was a little afraid of anything involving needles, partly because of the trauma of witnessing her mom wasting away on drugs when she was a kid, but she was reluctant to admit that that was a factor since she knew logically that there was a big difference between syringes and the kind of needles used in tattooing, and being nervous might seem silly to anyone else.
“I promise you, it doesn’t hurt and it won’t lead you down the path of moral decay,” he teased gently, trying to calm whatever fears she might have.
He knew all the details of her past, but it never crossed his mind that her issues with needles might have been because of her mother. He merely assumed it was just a general fear, like his near phobia of centipedes.
“A-Are you in-insinuating something about yourself there?” He joked and chuckled softly. A tiny part of him shied away from the subject (psychologist) though, he’d never been one who was well put together himself but if you’d ask him, he was always ‘fine’. “But I mean, huge ass family seems like a-a jackpot.”
“Just your run of the mill childhood trauma,” she replied absently, her smile dimming a little but not disappearing completely. “It is until you realize there’s literally no such thing as privacy and someone stole your favorite pair of pants.”
While Luna’s mother, Isabella “Izzie”, was a born fox, her father was not. Izzie met Cooper when they were kids and he had figured out she was a shifter while they were still in grade school.
They got together as teenagers and by the time they were 17, Cooper knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life Izzie. They discussed it for a couple of months before Izzie finally agreed to bite him.
“Damn,” He chuckles, before placing down the Pepsi he had been drinking. “Hm. You, uh, like it with them then? Or, I don’t know, did it take time to a-adjust?”
“Well, yeah, it was an adjustment, but in a good way. Todd and Enzo are great and Todd’s from this huge ass family. It helps that his one brother is a psychologist or whatever,” she rambled off, careful not to stray into the darker aspects of how she came to be under their care.
Rough ass night at work. Getting something to eat and then I’ll be on
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