With Bluejay nestled around Sagas neck he left and headed out into the hallway. He was disappointed that he couldn't head out to the feast with his bro but understood. Hopefully they could catch up there and Angel found him a seat. He scratched Bluejays forehead with his index finger and rummaged through his pocket with his other hand, digging around for his pack of cigarettes. His shoulders lagged downwards, nothing. This sucked, sucked completely. He wanted to have a smoke before the feast, maybe Angel would have some on him and let him borrow one. He passed the lounge, catching a glimpse of two people familiar to him and continued on. The people around him crowded forward, dragging him along and by the time he escaped their horrid function he was ways away from the lounge.
”You alright, Bluejay?” he asked. He scratched his head and re-positioned the dragon on his shoulders before heading back against the flow. The stream of people with ginormous companions simmered down on his way up the people stream. Taking out his phone he sent a text to his sister asking how she was and if she was already at the party to save him and everyone a seat. Peeking in around the corner of the cream colored walls, he saw Angel and Trista chatting with one another Fucuello at her side staring at him gruelingly. Man, that horse really hated his guts. Good thing his crush had a gentle companion. He nonchalantly made his way over to the two, who dressed strangely alike... Bro code forbid interrupting private time with your crush but he just wanted to ask for a cigarette and a light before heading in. Smoking helped calmed him. He wrapped his lean arm around Angels neck, their small height difference slightly coming into show. ”Hey Fucuello, hey Trista, looking good! Angel, can I get a cigarette and a light? Left mine in the dorm.” He crossed one foot over the other, ankles meeting. ”I want to have a smoke before heading in.”
He snuck an itch behind Reechis ears, unable to resist her cuteness. A part of him longed for a dragon as obedient and calm as Reechi but he knew people were put into his life for a reason. Bluejay was the one for him, even if he didn't know why. He would never forget the mixed feelings of accomplishment and embarrassment with Bluejays mother seeing him with just his briefs.
Puffing out his bottom lip and putting his ears back, he glared straight at Angels face in obvious dislike. Who did this guy think he is? Chatting with Trista in front of his wonderful self, the nerve! Fucuello may not have outstanding awards to prove how amazing he is, wait yes he does, but anyway, its the "feeling" that he has that makes him feel that he is the best and that others should view him as such. Trista is his skilled Ryder and his alone. The only hint of closeness he will allow from Angel is if it's admiration for him and Trista and that is not what he sees.
From the second Fucuello met Angel and read his expression, interpreted what he had said and made a judgment based on what information he'd gathered from him...he'd been set on the fact that Angel was not good enough to be in his or Tristas presence. He is a beast and a distraction, inferior to their greatness. To explain Fucuellos complex mind to everyones simple brains, his view is that everyone lives in a world where all they can do is survive. He knows what he wants, and he'll do what he can do to become successful. The world itself is a cold hearted place where all people want to do is take what they can and give nothing in return. So what he does is detach himself from the emotional part and strive to win, strive to be better, strive to be perfect, rich, or powerful. Life itself is a food chain, and he feels he's the top. A part of him is trying to justify his actions by saying Angel will hurt Trista and jeopardize their ability to move up farther. That he is merely trying to protect his Ryder, family, and image. However, the real reason is selfish and narcissistic.
Trista is his and he will always be her number one and be bathed in her undivided attention