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Colin grinned to himself as he picked up a form for a Valentine’s mixer being held at one of Destiny City’s premier museums. He had no intention of attending himself, though he did so love the arts, but he knew a certain blond pain the a** that could well use it. Suck it, Ian. This is going to be amazing… If nothing else, being obligated to attend a function he didn’t plan on attending would annoy his cousin greatly - and he would attend, because to do so otherwise would be unbearably rude and reflect poor manners.

Can’t have that, now can we, cousin?

He smiled while picking up the form, smiled as he drove home. Smiled as he made dinner and sat with the empty form to fill it out. It was a pretty basic form, all things considered, and the blond’s eyes sparkled as he began filling it out. The name and gender sections were quickly filled, but it took Colin a minute to calculate his actual age before adding that. Preferred partner…? Satan? I know he likes pretty people, so we’ll just...be a pretentious d**k here…

As he worked and ate, Colin was very careful to keep his spaghetti sauce off the paper. His pretentious pain in the a** cousin would have been exactingly neat filling it out and as he was doing so for him, Colin felt the need to also be fussy. “Hmm..Likes and dislikes.” Jingling came from the bedroom and into the hall, along with the soft scrabbling of furry feet; Tribble had one of the jingle balls he put up at night so the sound wouldn’t keep him from sleep.

“He likes being a vicious little s**t, a liar, a cheat and a fraud...but I’m supposed to fill this out as him, so...what the hell would that b*****d say about himself?” Probably about how perfect he is, how good with a bow and arrow--! That’s it, yes, that’s a good start… Colin’s penmanship was careful and neat as he looped cursive together into words in what he hoped was an elegant manner to further express just how pretentious the ‘author’ was. The dislikes took a bit longer because he got distracted and ended up not only finishing his meal but doing the dishes, drying them, and putting them away before returning to find Tribble snoring softly atop the paper.

“Go on beautiful, daddy’s working.” After gently removing the cat and giving her some apologetic pats, Colin continued. “I’m not exaggerating, really...he dislikes stupid people, pets for the sake of pets, and anything that seems cheaply made, so….” With a wicked little smile he put the final s down; it didn’t hurt that Ian himself was a horrific little b*****d, or that without his charm he’d probably be a serial killer or something like that. It made it quite easy to troll him - to want to troll him - as well as could be managed.

Tapping the end of his pen against the paper thoughtfully, Colin stretched one leg out, grunting at the welcome pull in his muscles. What do people notice about him? I notice how much of a smug a*****e he is, but I’ve known him since we were kids...his eyes? No, probably his accent or his clothes.

The final bit was easy - he could have put down a rubber chicken costume, but that would be trolling his potential date and the Museum far, far too much - so he put down what he could be certain his cousin had available. Colin really was trusting that his cousin’s social sense would kick in and that he’d not be an utter prat to his mystery date, nor to anyone else that night. No, he’ll behave...he’s only a d**k to family.

In the morning, before heading to DCBC for practice, Colin dropped the completed paperwork off at the museum’s offices as he was supposed to. Mischief managed, he headed on with an extra little bounce in his step, certain it would be a lot of fun to watch his cousin bitching and moaning about the whole affair.

It would be so much fun!