Cyrus sighed as he arrived in the run down factory where his friend lived. Earlier that day head been hectic...
"Cyrus! Cyrus you'll be late for your date!"shouted Favonius. Freaking out as Cyrus nonchalantly got into his regular clothes, but was stopped by a westerly wind. "Oh no you don't," the next few seconds went by in a blur, but Cyrus was now in a fancy white suit, with a matching tie, and his hair was slicked down almost like a helmet with a part on the left.
"Favonius..." said Vulturnus, "He... looks... ridiculous. Can't we at least accompany the kid to see how he does on his first venture with a lady friend? I want to see how well it goes for him.
"Nope big brother, I'm afraid we're letting him have his alone time for this 'job.' Good luck number five," he said, holding back his brother, "Auster would be proud," he added. Cyrus grumbled as he tussled up his hair again and made his way to Quincy's place of residence.
He rapped on the door of the warehouse, hoping for an answer from his 'date'. He was still unfamiliar with what this whole thing was about, but was interested in the new experience. He had ordered reservations for a fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, like Favonius suggested. Little did Cyrus know what he was in for.
"Cyrus! Cyrus you'll be late for your date!"shouted Favonius. Freaking out as Cyrus nonchalantly got into his regular clothes, but was stopped by a westerly wind. "Oh no you don't," the next few seconds went by in a blur, but Cyrus was now in a fancy white suit, with a matching tie, and his hair was slicked down almost like a helmet with a part on the left.
"Favonius..." said Vulturnus, "He... looks... ridiculous. Can't we at least accompany the kid to see how he does on his first venture with a lady friend? I want to see how well it goes for him.
"Nope big brother, I'm afraid we're letting him have his alone time for this 'job.' Good luck number five," he said, holding back his brother, "Auster would be proud," he added. Cyrus grumbled as he tussled up his hair again and made his way to Quincy's place of residence.
He rapped on the door of the warehouse, hoping for an answer from his 'date'. He was still unfamiliar with what this whole thing was about, but was interested in the new experience. He had ordered reservations for a fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, like Favonius suggested. Little did Cyrus know what he was in for.