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"Is this a kissing book?"

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louismephistophelesfaust:

louismephistophelesfaust:

"There is kissing in-" Lou paused at realizing that it was the lion who spoke. "it." He finished. "I can’t say I’d expect a cub like you to…" Or maybe he imagined it, Lou wondered. "like kissing… But I have a question for you, can you answer me?"

Having a conversation with a lion cub was definitely a highlight in, well, a long while. He was intelligent for a child and fun. “No not at all. Usually the animals can’t talk to people.” He chuckled lightly as he added, “I don’t come from a pride kiddo, I’m a wanderer.” Lou took his hat off once more, lowering it enough for Simba. “Yes, ‘cause I put it in there.” he laughed again, a little more heartily this time. “He have enough to keep him flying still?”

Wine colored irises lit up in excitement as the item in question was brought within his reach. “Oh, so you’re a rogue then?” he answered absentmindedly as he started crouching down, the tip of his tail flicking in excitement as he began stalking the hat. Simba paused for a moment sitting up only slightly on his elbows, staring at Lou quizzically. “Why did you wanna put it in there? It makes you look like you haven’t molted all your feathers yet like you’re supposed ‘ta.” As he moved again, he gave a curt nod of his head. “Yeah he does…though one day I bet I’m gonna get ‘em all off, then he won’t be able to follow me and my best friend around anymore.” Soon Simba was within mere inches of his target, a small smirk grew on his maw as he waited for the right moment to strike. 

Lou’s grin grew into a more genuine one, such innocence often made him smile. It was one of the reasons why he loved children so much. He let the feather sway a little in his hat. “Oh all my feathers left a long time ago. This is the last one, I like to keep it since they’re gone. Also it has it’s uses.” Lou watched as the cub readied to pounce, wondering if he would let him jump his hat or not. If Simba clawed it a little he’d be able to fix it. “He’s your babysitter then? For you and your friend, another lion or bird maybe?”

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"Where were you?"

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louismephistophelesfaust:

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louismephistophelesfaust:

"Off doing business." He grinned.

Elphaba stared at Lou’s book for a few moments before she nodded. “All right. Do it.”

With her permission, Lou took his feather quill and wrote in his book, writing out the promise he made and ending it with his name. “There! Once I make a promise in my Book of Souls, it will be kept, always.”

Elphaba tried to look at Lou’s book to see the promise he had written there, but couldn’t see the pages from where she was sitting. She held up a hand to silently ask for permission to look.

Lou turned the book around for her to read. 

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"Is this a kissing book?"

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louismephistophelesfaust:

louismephistophelesfaust:

"There is kissing in-" Lou paused at realizing that it was the lion who spoke. "it." He finished. "I can’t say I’d expect a cub like you to…" Or maybe he imagined it, Lou wondered. "like kissing… But I have a question for you, can you answer me?"

"Nice to meet you Simba." Lou offered his usual grin and a gloved hand, only to maneuver it to his hat which he removed. As he lowered his hat he introduced himself. "As for me, friends call me Lou." The hat was quickly placed back on his head once more. "Hmm, now if you don’t mind me asking, is it usual for you to talk to… people?" He almost said humans, but corrected it.

Simba simply giggled as he watched Lou introduce himself keeping as head close eye on his hat once it was taken off and placed back on head taking note of the feather that resided in it. “It’s nice to meet you too and yep it is. All the animals talk back home in the Pridelands. That’s where I’m from, so yeah I guess it’s normal. Why? Is it normal for people to be talking to animals where your pride’s from too?” The cub cocked his head to one side as his gaze became fixated on the feather. “You got a feather in your head y’know.” he commented. “Want me to get it out? I get feathers from my Dad’s adviser all the time from his tail.”  

Having a conversation with a lion cub was definitely a highlight in, well, a long while. He was intelligent for a child and fun. “No not at all. Usually the animals can’t talk to people.” He chuckled lightly as he added, “I don’t come from a pride kiddo, I’m a wanderer.” Lou took his hat off once more, lowering it enough for Simba. “Yes, ‘cause I put it in there.” he laughed again, a little more heartily this time. “He have enough to keep him flying still?”

"I do get some unusual guests sometimes."

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"Is this a kissing book?"

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"There is kissing in-" Lou paused at realizing that it was the lion who spoke. "it." He finished. "I can’t say I’d expect a cub like you to…" Or maybe he imagined it, Lou wondered. "like kissing… But I have a question for you, can you answer me?"

Lou laughed. Partly do the the lion’s response, but mostly because it did in fact respond. With a careful hand, he closed the book. “Not at all. I can read something else instead. But first, what’s your name kiddo?” 

Hearing the human speak, the cub cracked open one eye and placed his paws back on the ground once more. “Simba.” the young cub smiled as he peered up at the oddly dressed man with great interest. He sure looked weird, and he didn’t know why but for some reason he reminded the cub of a cross between Rafiki who was the Pridelands sangoma, a bird, and some type of old looking giraffe. “What’s yours?” 

"Nice to meet you Simba." Lou offered his usual grin and a gloved hand, only to maneuver it to his hat which he removed. As he lowered his hat he introduced himself. "As for me, friends call me Lou." The hat was quickly placed back on his head once more. "Hmm, now if you don;t mind me asking, is it usual for you to talk to… people?" He almost said humans, but corrected it.

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louismephistophelesfaust:

"Well compared to me you probably are, unless you’re not actually," He paused a moment, "in your 20’s?" Lou shrugged. He’d have a more accurate guess but decided to be polite and not look at his soul for answers. At the question Lou grinned widely. "Friends call me Lou."

{D}~ “Just over 20, Lou, how old does that make you, then? You don’t look a day over me.” There was something off about Lou, but Dante couldn’t place it. He decided to see where the conversation went and go from there.

Lou grinned even wider. “About 6,000.” One thing he often enjoyed were human’s reactions to his age. Even if usually they didn’t believe him. “My appearance is a formality, people seem to like it.”

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*After so much time of not seeing her friend, Ghosty decides to greet the demon with a shy kiss on his cheek, mumbling a tiny “Hi” to him.*

Her eyes widened in surprise. Was this normal? He was too small!

"I-Is he a human?" She asked, still not putting down her hands. "O-or is he a demon, like you?" Maybe demons were smaller…

He opened his mouth to answer but closed it again. “I think… he’s human.” Lou shrugged. “He’s certainly not a demon, kid’s got a soul. But he’s also… I suppose what you may call a demigod?” 

"Oh." She blinked twice, processing that. "What…What does it mean be-being a ‘demigod’? Can he do what you do?~"

"I don’t rightly know. He’s only a newborn so all he can probably do is cry a lot. Hmm, a demigod is a half human half god. Altough I suppose he’s less demigod and more…" Lou paused, not sure how to finish. As he was not certain what the child was. Only that he came to him by magic.

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"Is this a kissing book?"

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"There is kissing in-" Lou paused at realizing that it was the lion who spoke. "it." He finished. "I can’t say I’d expect a cub like you to…" Or maybe he imagined it, Lou wondered. "like kissing… But I have a question for you, can you answer me?"

He nodded. “Yeah I ca-…No! I don’t wanna hear this story if there’s kissing in it!” Simba cried out as he laid on the ground using his paws to cover his ears and squinted his eyes shut tight. “We don’t have to read it do we?” 

Lou laughed. Partly do the the lion’s response, but mostly because it did in fact respond. With a careful hand, he closed the book. “Not at all. I can read something else instead. But first, what’t your name kiddo?”