Man up or mouse off?
Actually drove by myself for the first time to pick up some of Kyrian’s new toys. Have to admit, driving is epic. I love the freedom.
I took the Bentley cause I didn’t want to chance scratching anything with the metal. But before I took my stuff in, I thought I’d be nice and wash and wax it and the Lambo for Kyrian. I was feeling pretty good about myself as I gathered the weapons to head in while I waited for the wax to dry. Wouldn’t you know it, as I reached the door, Rosa came rushing out and scared the crap out of me. Wouldn’t have been so bad had I not lost my grip and sent a sword straight into the fender of the Lambo. I am so dead. Kyrian never hesitates to let me know that the Lambo means a lot more to him than I do.
Wondering if I should leave town… nah, my mom would hunt me down for him.
Wait for him to see it? That never works out in my best interest.
Guess I’ll have to throw myself on his mercy. Wonder if I can talk Rosa into making his favorite meal before I do so. Better do some other amends, too, for good measure.
Dang, Caleb. You can protect me from demons. Can’t you, for once, protect me from one pissed off Greek general? Seriously, dude. I need help.