Lucas (
pullsneedles) wrote2010-11-26 03:52 pm
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The house is nice and clean and there's cider simmering on the stove. The table has a small buffet setup with curry and make-your-own-riceballs.
With how cozy the house is, it'd be hard to guess that four people could have ever lived comfortably here, especially when two of them were young boys. There's a big bed with a blue pillow and a dresser with a mirror, a scrap of red cloth, and a little blue shoe.
Outside, Wess, Lighter, and Fuel are all waiting with Boney and the sheep. There's a fence, a doghouse, and a small stable.
Each person is easy to tell from the others. Wess is clearly the oldest, somewhat short with white, sparse hair. Lighter is tall and muscular, stubble on his chin and a 2x4 on his shoulder. Fuel looks to be about the same size as Lucas, the light still in his young eyes. All three are bundled up, with Fuel running around with Boney.
"Welcome to my house," Lucas says as he brings everybody in.
With how cozy the house is, it'd be hard to guess that four people could have ever lived comfortably here, especially when two of them were young boys. There's a big bed with a blue pillow and a dresser with a mirror, a scrap of red cloth, and a little blue shoe.
Outside, Wess, Lighter, and Fuel are all waiting with Boney and the sheep. There's a fence, a doghouse, and a small stable.
Each person is easy to tell from the others. Wess is clearly the oldest, somewhat short with white, sparse hair. Lighter is tall and muscular, stubble on his chin and a 2x4 on his shoulder. Fuel looks to be about the same size as Lucas, the light still in his young eyes. All three are bundled up, with Fuel running around with Boney.
"Welcome to my house," Lucas says as he brings everybody in.
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It's a little small for a house, Enzo considers, but then, he and Dot used to live in rooms under the Diner, and he's now accustomed to living in a dorm room with three roommates.
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"Thanks for watching the sheep for me," he says, letting the three people and one dog inside.
"We were happy to help, Lucas," Fuel says, scratching Boney behind the ears.
Boney sniffs his way towards Enzo, his tail wagging amiably.
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"My name's Fuel," the little boy says. "Me and Dad were real excited when Lucas said we were coming over to his house, weren't we, Dad?"
The man holding the 2x4 nods with a gruff sort of smile and says, "I'm Lighter. And Lucas told us Wess here was the guest of honor."
"It's a good thing for Lucas to be able to take care of his house and bother to put up with an old man like me as well," Wess admits, unsure if he wants a big deal to be made out of all of this.
But he knows the hard work Lucas went to and it is supposed to make them comfortable, so he's going to enjoy it however he can.
"And now that we're here, we can start getting food," Lucas says, reaching over to scratch Boney with Enzo.
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He also pulls himself away from Boney, though the dog follows along, and he washes his hands up so that he can serve the food.
"Mister Beauford helped me a lot with this. And you can pick what you wanna put in your riceballs."
There is a small but nice sampling of pickled and cooked fillings to be put in the middle of the riceballs as well as a bowl of salt water for people who want to make them by hand and a riceball mold for people who don't.
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"Oh, it's sushi! Sushi balls?"
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The dog in question is nosing around for scraps, sniffing at Ben and looking hopeful for something to munch on.
"Boney, this is Mister Ben," he says, bringing some dog food for him.
Boney sniffs and softly licks a bit in greeting before his attention goes to his food bowl and he's up on his hind legs for it. Lucas puts it down for him in a corner and he happily begins scarfing it down, tail wagging.
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She's offering Ben a riceball as soon as she sees him though. "Hey."
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"Cozy place."
...and his voice is a little raspier too, come to think of it.
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Boney, meanwhile, is sniffing along at Beauford, the dog being followed by another young boy.
"Is his face supposed to be puffy?" the boy asks.
"Fuel, you shouldn't ask that," the boy's dad says. "Sorry about him. I'm Lighter."
The tall, muscular man offers a hand to shake.
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Beauford glances down at his leg and smiles a little at Boney, reaching down to let the dog sniff at his freehand. It'll smell like drinks, soda, chemicals, powder and a little bit like...beef jerky.
"No Fuel, I just had a little accident at work. One of the girls I worked with was a little bit off with the aim of her perfume the other day, and it turns out I'm a little bit allergic to something in it."
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"Where do you work?" Lighter asks, as those sorts of accidents aren't a potential hazard in his work.
Lucas brings the water bowl over and Boney goes to get a drink, a break before he goes to sneak morsels from everybody.
"You can go ahead and help yourself," the young host says, going back to the stove so that he can get Beauford a mug of the cider he provided.
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Lucas smiles and tries not to think too hard about Wess talking about his parents.
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"What happened to you?" She's already putting a drink in his hand.
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"Please tell me the 'wee-woo' machine is its actual name."
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"Yeah, Jasil's car was a police car in a former life, so, 'weee-woo machine'." Beauford chuckles. "Beat having to ride in an ambulance. He's one of the few decent drag-queens who works the bar."
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She has different ideas about what's normal.
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No, he doesn't recognize the man. Why, should he?
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"Accident with a co-workers perfume. Found out I was mildly allergic to something in it when she accidentally gave me a faceful." He smiles at the kid asking him the question. "Don't believe we've met before.."
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