Astor was in a good mood as of late. It wasn't that Astor was normally very sad, as much as people liked to believe. He just found it hard to do many things, like socialize and look pleasant. People often told him to turn that frown upside down, and his usual response to that was, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But lately...
His mom was starting to notice the changes. The extra spring in his step, the cheery disposition in his demeanor, the way he would zone out while staring at something with a smile that could barely be contained. He didn't notice there was anything odd about his behavior until she pointed out he'd been grinning at his mashed potatoes for two whole minutes.
And today she wanted him to help her make cookies.
As a disclaimer, Astor loved making cookies with his mom. He loved his mom, and he loved cookies, and he loved Halloween. Personally, the icing was always the best part for him because he could be as creative as he wanted with the blood. But what if there was other stuff about his behavior he hadn't noticed? What if she found out??? He knew, rationally, his mom would be a hundred percent supportive, but he was still embarrassed and a bit paranoid. What if she didn't like him being an angel?
Astor covered his face with a pillow and rolled around his massive bed for a bit before dropping on the floor and deciding yeah. What's the worst that could happen?
Brain, please don't answer that.
The weather was getting chillier out. Astor pulled on a skull-covered sweater and descended the Grimm manor's massive steps and entered the kitchen.
@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"
His mom was starting to notice the changes. The extra spring in his step, the cheery disposition in his demeanor, the way he would zone out while staring at something with a smile that could barely be contained. He didn't notice there was anything odd about his behavior until she pointed out he'd been grinning at his mashed potatoes for two whole minutes.
And today she wanted him to help her make cookies.
As a disclaimer, Astor loved making cookies with his mom. He loved his mom, and he loved cookies, and he loved Halloween. Personally, the icing was always the best part for him because he could be as creative as he wanted with the blood. But what if there was other stuff about his behavior he hadn't noticed? What if she found out??? He knew, rationally, his mom would be a hundred percent supportive, but he was still embarrassed and a bit paranoid. What if she didn't like him being an angel?
Astor covered his face with a pillow and rolled around his massive bed for a bit before dropping on the floor and deciding yeah. What's the worst that could happen?
Brain, please don't answer that.
The weather was getting chillier out. Astor pulled on a skull-covered sweater and descended the Grimm manor's massive steps and entered the kitchen.
@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"