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Black eyes stared at this cacophony of a man, better yet– she believed him to be some kind of collision result. Her brow quirked, he was certainly amusing and she was thinking of ten different ways to possibly snatch him up and take him home with her. So she wasn’t the best with words, what person truly was absolute in being gilded tongued? (Many more than herself.) A snort of amusement,”Cute.” She shrugs, small hands tossed upwards. “Transportalizer of course. I didn’t just waltz up in here, I mean I don’t even know who your mom or this Pogo dude is. But if security is this lax then y’all don’t account for interdimensional travel, I guess.” As if many ever would need to.
She hadn’t even really intended to just show up– but she had and now she was finding herself all too enthused with the human at hand. How utterly fascinating. “A bear huh? I mean, where I’m from ya can have Ligers as pets so– guess I’mma adopt me a bear. C’mon snickerdoodle, lets get ya some breakfast food.” Snickerdoodle? Oh yes, she was going there. Pet names galore already. He should be steadfast and prepared because as small as she was, the little android could certainly pick the man up. Which she did. Without hesitation. Hands found the other’s and she hoisted him up like it was nothing. “Fuck pants and the like, let’s go to Denny’s. By the by, my name’s Lucie.”
“Truh...” He tripped over the word, trying to repeat it, eventually getting frustrated and waving his hand. He turned around, heading back towards the bar, pulling the lid off a crystal decanter. “Interdimensional whatever was Five’s thing, not mine. Bless his heart.” He stopped mid-pour to turn around again, this time brandishing the decanter’s top at her. “And hey, it’s only lax ‘cause Luther isn’t here. He’d have you out on your ass in no time. Sneak up on that man and it’s... It’s not a good time.” Drink finally poured, he recapped the decanter and turned around to lean on the bar, glass in hand. “Pogo’s a monkey, by the way. He can talk. Wears these-” He wiggled his fingers around his eyes. “-funny little glasses, too.”
Honestly, the drunk didn’t really have anything planned for the day aside from trying to pick the lock on another one of his father’s secret rooms. No doubt to try and find something to lift and pawn for cash to then exchange for some good old fashioned nose candy. Or pills. Or whatever his friendly local dealer happened to be carrying today. “The hell’s a liger? Sounds exotic.” Brows raised in lingering curiosity through another drink before the other approached, Klaus barely having time to put down the glass before - “No no no no-” He clung to her as she picked him up, brunette letting out a soft shriek. “Denny’s,” he squeaked out, “Klaus. Klaus and Lucie going to Denny’s. Fantastic. You can put me down now though I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own.” Legs kicked feebly, one of his house slippers (or rather, his late father’s house slippers) flinging off towards one of the couches. “Just... maybe let me get that first.”
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"You look like ya decided to throw yourself into a vat of alcohol and then roll into a pile of bricks," the android drawled, cocking a brow as she tilted her head and wrinkled her nose. "I almost feel like picking ya up like a stray puppy and taking ya home with me." Alright, so she's not the BEST with words. "Ya wanna come with me to get somethin' to eat or get some coffee?" Bit better, still not great, but better. - Lucie.
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“Hey hey hey,” the brunette defended sourly, squinting as though he’d just woken up despite the hour being a reasonable 4 in the afternoon, pointing at her with two fingers holding a lit cigarette, “I’ll have you know it was very expensive alcohol, thank you. How did you even get in here past mom?” He wrinkled his nose himself. “Or Pogo. I mean, the guy ain’t that fast but that cane of his... Do you think daddy dearest got his hands on some ninja DNA or somethin’ like that?” The question was more directed at no one rather than the unexpected guest that had, evidently, let herself into the mansion. No one else, it seemed, was home either.
“I’m not a puppy. I’m more like...” He looked down at himself, noting the fact he was really only wandering around in a pair of boxer briefs and his extremely ostentatious leather coat. “A bear. You can’t adopt a bear. At least not here, I don’t think. I haven’t tried.” Now he just wanted to look it up, but his eyes brightened at the mention of food. “Ohhh, now you’re speakin’ my language. I want... Eggs. No, wait. Bacon. No. Eggs.” Hand wobbled back and forth as he debated with himself. “I think I just want breakfast.”
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