kings of suburbia

In any sort of typical instance Sumayl wasn't about the “group therapy” life. He didn't like sharing his problems with strangers — or if not strangers then wolves he vaguely knew. He'd met Summer but a pawful of times, probably about twice in which he'd actually held a conversation with the other male, and beyond that Summer was still a kid. While Sumayl wasn't about to discount Summer's abilities he was skeptical of if Summer had enough life experience to try and give him advice. In truth, Sumayl wasn't really sure he was looking for advice. He didn't know what he was looking for. Perhaps a confirmation that he wasn't the only one Jace was a giant asshole too. As far as Jace boasted everyone else loved him and he had no problems with them. That was all fine and dandy but Sumayl didn't take any sort of stock from it. It drew with it no comfort. The fact was Jace (more than likely) hated Sumayl — had ever since their first meeting; and with every attempt to talk it out with the ebony man and fix the problems being shot down and turned against him in an extremely hostile manner Sumayl was done giving a flying fuck. He'd tried. He'd failed. He needed to try one more time for Vienna, with her present no less, to prove that Jace and him would never get along. Or that it was an entirely lost cause. Or something. Regardless, the news of their mateship, while Sumayl thought it should not be surprising seeing as Vienna and him had been close every since he'd first arrived in The Sunspire, the golden Ostrega wasn't holding his breath. Knowing the ugliness of Jace's temper as Sumayl did, it wasn't going to go over smoothly like it might have with anyone else. Which meant that Sumayl was dreading it. He was tired of fighting with the man child Beta, to the point that he was ready to pack up his meager life here and leave, which meant taking Vienna with him for she had made it clear that if he left so would she.


“Vienna,” Sumayl replied casually. As it was Sumayl treasured his private life which meant he did not interact socially with very many wolves. While he did enjoy the spotlight, which pacified his textbook narcissism, he wasn't all that keen on others knowing the inner most details of his life — it really wasn't anyone's business. “Jace and I never hit off well even before Vienna and I got together,” Sumayl admitted, surpised to find that he felt lighter after admitting it to someone who wasn't Vienna. He'd never held back with Vienna, always was honest with her but he also felt guilt. Guilt that he and Jace were like a match and gasoline. With Summer he felt no guilt in admitting these things. “I can't wait to tell him we're officially mates now.” The sarcasm in Sumayl's tone was biting, cynical and accented with a roll of his golden eyes.