"Trelanz!" The brunette hollered into the expansive apartment. The usual strong percussions coming from the winged boy's bedroom were absent this time, but Trelanz was never someone he had to worry about.
"Just another day, alone in my apartment. How delightfully miserable." Lanaki sighed as he tossed his keys on the counter and began to flip through his mail.
Coastal Living... Jeep... Classic Cars.... Playboy.... Maxim.... and junk mail, nothing new. He tossed the magazines on the counter and walked over to the sofa and flipped on the television.
"You know, you should probably look through your mail a bit more carefully."
Lanaki jumped from his position behind the couch as the small boy appeared next to him.
"Seriously, why do you have to sneak up on me?" Lanaki eyed the fledgling. "
All the time." Trelanz just looked up at the man and rested the plain envelope on the back of the sofa and returned to his bedroom.
Lanaki looked down at the envelope and just shook his head, "Weird." Picking up the letter he looked it over, finding it odd there was no return address. Opening it up without thinking too much into it, he pulled out the single letter and return envelope.
'Probably another damn credit card offer.' He thought to himself as he scanned the letter and let out a laugh.
"Are you kidding me?" Lanaki laughed as he re-read the letter.
Quote:
Congratulations Lanaki,
Our state of the art equipment informs us that your love life sucks. But don't despair! We at Cupid's Chokehold are here to improve your miserable chances at finding a partner. Using our revolutionary profiling system, we can find find the match that's right for you, and send you down the path toward true happiness. Simply fill out the attached form and send it back to us in the pre-addressed envelope enclosed. After you complete this laughably simple process, we will contact you with the details of your first date.
Signed,
Joesph Thomas Alexander XV 1/2
"Trelanz, did you have something to do with this?" Lanaki cried out as he walked to the boy's room and leaned in. The winged boy was lying on his back on the bed, his feet up against the wall at the head board, his nail gun in hand. The boy made no recognition that the older male was there, or asking him a question, and just shot another nail into the slowly revolving ceiling fan.
"Oh, I have to send this in. This is just too entertaining." Lanaki said, knowing all too well the boy wasn't listening to a word. He returned to the sofa and flopped down on it, grabbing a pen and a hardcover book from the end table. "Now, where to start?" He laughed as he began to scrawl stuff down on the form.
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