Llywelyn Pritchard

Small nervous Welsh boy. Secret underwear fetishist but shh.

 Here have some recent writing of him.

Llywelyn never thought his life would come down to him stood in the background whilst he watched his best friend run around stealing cars and killing prostitutes. Then again, he never thought he'd have a GTA obsessed demon for a best friend.  Llywelyn sighed audibly and pulled his legs up closer to his chest to curl in tighter to the obnoxiously large bean bag bed. He frowned at Cephalus, who was too engrossed in his game to even notice Llywelyn's obvious boredom. He glanced out of Cephalus' bedroom window onto the gorgeously sunny day outside, and almost began willing the game to break so that he could try and convince Cephalus to actually leave the house. Llywelyn had never been the type to willingly stay out in the sun, but at the moment anything was preferable to watching yet another scene in a strip club.

    His head flopped back and he let out another sigh, this time his ears perking up to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The door to Cephalus' room slapped open to reveal the figure of Nicor, Cephalus' Father,  sporting his usual human guise. Nicor stomped across the room and stood In front of Cephalus, blocking his view of the game. Ceph looked up and locked gazes with his father for what seemed like ages.

"Son, you are neglecting to pay your attention to the little dragon. Stop being ignorant and excluding him. That is not how your Mother and I raised you."

His Fathers voice resonated in his mind and he frowned, switching his gaze over to where Llywelyn was sat curled up next to him, and he frowned again.

"Go out and see the world. You won't have time to do that forever." Nicor spoke to them both that time, and a small smile crept onto Llywelyn's lips. Nicor turned on his heel and stomped out of Cephalus' room, and Cephalus turned to frown guiltily at Llywelyn.

"I wish you'd said something to me dude rather than getting my Father involved. I'm not going to hear the end of this for at least the next 5 years." He reached out and ruffled Llywelyn's hair a little, and broke out into a grin as Llywelyn's smile dropped.

"Well it's not as if I knew that was going to happen..." He swatted Cephalus' hand aside, " Anyway, you heard your Father. Let's go out and do something, okay?" He looked up almost pleadingly and Cephalus poked his tongue out and all but leapt off the stupidly large beanbag bed. He turned and offered his hand out to Llywelyn, who sighed and gripped it, allowing himself to be pulled off the bed. He smoothed out his pale grey buttoned up shirt and brown shorts, and smiled sheepishly at Cephalus. "Aren't you going to change out of...that?" He motioned to the thick sweatpants and long sleeved shirt he was wearing.

"Cephalus glanced down and shrugged nonchalantly. You know the heat doesn't affect me like it does you. I feel fine."

Llywelyn crossed his arms and glared at him sternly. "Well, I feel hot just looking at you. At least put some shorts on? Please?"