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New York was bigger than he remembered. Or maybe he was remembering a different city. It did not really matter since Lou knew he was in New York, and that was where he wanted to be. City wise at least. As to where in the large busy city he wanted to be, he was not quite sure. He was even less sure as to where he was.
Lou had been wandering the streets nearly all day with no goal in mind as to where he was heading. This caused him to get very lost. Thankfully he never minded being lost. It was the best way to meet people, friendly and not so friendly. He had a man run into him who attempted to steal an item from his inside coat pocket. The poor man was quite distraught when he was unable to remove his hand from the coat. This lead in an interesting talk followed by a possible deal later on.
It had been a good day, but now Lou was starting to feel the need to eat. He had not eaten in quite a while and needed to replenish his energy by the end of the day if he were to continue. Only problem was, his money bag that he had shown the man had gone missing.
The fallen angel continued to wander, even more lost then before, but still grinning like always.
Marty was just headed home. Her rehersal had run for ages, thanks to the misunderstanding between the conductor and the composer. It had been entertaining, but now she was headed home in the sunset. Not exactly the best situation.
She kept her eyes up, hands on her purse. And she MARCHED. Shoving people out of her way with nothing but presence. And she was nearly home too, when she saw someone she recognized.
“Oh my god. Lou!?” She dashed up to the man, tugging on his coat. “What are you doing here?” -M.
At hearing his nickname, Lou turned, or started to, when the one who called him had tugged on his coat. He gave her a bright grin. “Hey there kiddo.” He greeted and patted her head. “I just sort of ended up here. Where ever here is, I’m a bit lost.”
He never minded admitting to being lost. It wasn’t like it was a bad thing. Seeing someone he knew was very nice. More so since she seemed to be more familiar with the place, so he guessed. “What about you? What are you doing here?” Lou asked mostly out of fun.
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“I don’t need to, but I’d like to, if I am to be a proper friend.” Lou laid back down again. “That is, if you allow me to be.”
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“It is always nice to have a friend. You never know how long they will last, but you treasure them all the more.” Lou was lost in watching them and his own thoughts. He pulled himself out of it to face Elphaba. “I suppose they must both be fire resistant due to their fire breathing abilities.”
“You don’t need to remind me,” she murmured. She would never forget her first friend. Just because they hadn’t always agreed on everything, didn’t mean their friendship was any less real. Or any less important.
Elphaba nodded. “Sometimes I think he’d sleep right on top of the fire if I didn’t stop him.”
“Do you think he could do that without being harmed?” Lou wondered if Fia could do that same.
Elphaba shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine, and I would rather not test that. If it did hurt him I’ve no way to get him treated quickly. I’m not sure I could travel well with him injured.”
Lou nodded, decided at that time that testing it out on Fiametta was not a good idea either. “Still, they seem pretty durable against fire.”
It started with a single glass of wine, red of coarse, she never drank anything other than red wine. Just one glass after a another day at work, a particularly long day, long and irritating in every sense of the word. So she saw nothing wrong with settling down, drowning her nerves in the bitter sweetness of one of the things she found enjoyable on this world.
On glass turned to four, then a bottle. Then another and another, then hours later the floor of her living room was littered with empty bottles, various glasses and she was lying on her sofa in a state intoxicated comatose. Somewhere between passing out drunk and being wide awake, laying in the silence of her apartment, enjoying the peace and quiet.
The piercing chime of her doorbell jolted her from her drunken sleep like state, from her slumped position she glanced at the clock. 2:17AM. More out of curiosity than actually caring to see who was knocking at such an hour, she dragged herself to her feet and immediately fell over. Legs giving way as soon as she lifted herself from the sofa, then she realised exactly how drunk she was. Not that the empty bottles did not already provide an indication, but none the less, she stood again. Using the furniture to give herself a steady balance.
It was late, or early depending on your point of view. Either way, it was not the kind of hour in which one goes visiting. It was improper and often considered impolite and just plain annoying. Not that this ever stopped Lou from dropping by to say hello at all ungodly hours of the day or night. If the person he came to say hello to was sleeping, he would simply wait until they woke.
What had brought him here was both boredom and curiosity. He could have waited but really, why would he? Having come and wearing his usual grin he rang the doorbell and waited.
“It’s not about making a difference, but understanding your feelings and learning more about you.” Lou’s grin softened for a moment before coming right back. “That is what I am told I am supposed to do.”
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He chuckled again. Another creature, Pokemon, that can breathe fire that is not a dragon. He wondered if he might see a dragon. His eyes drifted back to their pets. “That… is very good.” Lou commented on the two sleeping Pokemon. His grin softened to a smile, suddenly lost at how peaceful the two looked.
“That opinion changes depending on who you ask. I actually agree with you on that though. If it was both of them they’re far less likely to hurt each other much. Lucas has never been bothered by a little fire.”
It was only after she spoke that she glanced back towards him to see where he was looking. “It’s nice for him to have a friend his size.”
“It is always nice to have a friend. You never know how long they will last, but you treasure them all the more.” Lou was lost in watching them and his own thoughts. He pulled himself out of it to face Elphaba. “I suppose they must both be fire resistant due to their fire breathing abilities.”
“You don’t need to remind me,” she murmured. She would never forget her first friend. Just because they hadn’t always agreed on everything, didn’t mean their friendship was any less real. Or any less important.
Elphaba nodded. “Sometimes I think he’d sleep right on top of the fire if I didn’t stop him.”
“Do you think he could do that without being harmed?” Lou wondered if Fia could do that same.
New York was bigger than he remembered. Or maybe he was remembering a different city. It did not really matter since Lou knew he was in New York, and that was where he wanted to be. City wise at least. As to where in the large busy city he wanted to be, he was not quite sure. He was even less sure as to where he was.
Lou had been wandering the streets nearly all day with no goal in mind as to where he was heading. This caused him to get very lost. Thankfully he never minded being lost. It was the best way to meet people, friendly and not so friendly. He had a man run into him who attempted to steal an item from his inside coat pocket. The poor man was quite distraught when he was unable to remove his hand from the coat. This lead in an interesting talk followed by a possible deal later on.
It had been a good day, but now Lou was starting to feel the need to eat. He had not eaten in quite a while and needed to replenish his energy by the end of the day if he were to continue. Only problem was, his money bag that he had shown the man had gone missing.
The fallen angel continued to wander, even more lost then before, but still grinning like always.
“I’ve enjoyed it. And it certainly has a more welcoming affect on people.”
“That wasn’t my question though.” Lou grinned. “I wanted to know if you would like me to feel differently about you?”
