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The detective gives that trip 0/10. Would not visit again
Who; Llewellyn and people
What; 2 Open logs and 1 closed
Where; Assorted
When; All through May
Warnings; Alcohol for a start. I will update accordingly depending on what gets discussed. Update: Brief mention of homophobia and unfair laws of the era in Ignis' thread, discussion of a murder case in thread with Ivy.
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Finding his way home. - Closed to Rhy
It was late in the evening and footsteps were echoing through the sewers of of the city. Steps unsteady and a little staggered as the man exited the tunnels with a distracted look on his face.
He doesn’t really look particularly different how how he did a week ago when he disappeared. His gaze lightly unfocused as he walked almost on autopilot, his mind a whirl. Less a flock of starlings as he was prone to describing it and more of a tornado, and his emotions running rampant.
There was so much in his head now, too much. It was scrambling to sort what seemed like two very different lives. Almost two years away from home, between the Sphere and this world… And nearly that long suddenly stuffed in his head from his own world, much of it far less pleasant in some ways than the two years he’d come to know away from it.
Leaning against a lamppost, Llewellyn took a deep breath and then another as his eyes finally focused on the world around him. He was back, back in the world he’d come to think of as his home… And after having been back in his world? It had only cemented that feeling, regardless of how powerless and ill prepared he felt when it came to some of the things that happened here… It was better than the gnawing pain and repeated cycle of loss that he felt trapped in.
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry in frustration or relief as he stared at the quiet evening around him. Frustration for what he’d gone back to with no memories of this place, or in pure relief for being here again. Regardless, a few stray tears escaped anyway, though he’d deny it if asked.
… He’d deny a few things if asked, honestly.
“I need a drink…” He muttered, wishing to quiet his over-loud, racing thoughts just a little. It had practically been a part of his schedule over the last few months… Drink to quiet the thoughts, drink to numb the feelings that you wish you didn’t have, drink to forget how once again you were alone.
Then, absently, a particular thought rattled into place. Here he wasn’t alone. He had someone waiting for him.
Rhy.
The name comes to the forefront of his mind, and his heart suddenly ached for a different reason. How long had he been gone for? He’d promised not to leave the man, promised to stay by his husband’s side and not leave him to feel so very alone again…
The drink is forgotten for now, and Llewellyn turns in another direction, the correct direction. He wavers on his path once in a while, if only because worry had begun worming its way into his head. Worries of what to say to his husband, worries about what the man would think if he heard some of the last two years. Fear of disappointment, or judgement, or...
Llewellyn squinted at the door before him, the stained glass rose window glowing lightly with light from within. He had made it back without realizing it, so caught up in his own head again.
At first, he almost does the absurd thing, and knocks. Instead, having a small sensible thought break through the confusion, he pulls out his key and lets himself in.
It's an odd feeling as he wandered into the entry hall. Relief sinking in, the wonder of 'this is my home, it's safe here' catches a hold of him lightly. It's not the slightly lonely boarding house room, dim and empty aside from a few personal belongings, wine, and case notes. It's warm, bright, inviting, vibrantly full of life.
There's just one thing left... He wants- needs to see Rhy. Despite the vague anxiety of what on earth he might say, and the fear of how long he might have been gone lingering... He needs to see him. "Rhy?" He spoke as he began moving from one room to another in hopes of searching.
His voice doesn't sound as strong or confident as he'd like, he notes. He needs to fix that when does see his husband.
But it's a start.
Business as usual. - Gullwings or Aerith's shop ~ OTA if anyone wants to try to catch his attention when he's hiding in his work
If there was anything that would never change about Llewellyn, it was his proclivity for choosing avoidance of issues in favor of work. Why dwell and talk about the things in your head when you could be focusing on being productive and useful.
There were plenty of things that needed his attention, after all. There was work to be done at the Gullwings offices. He was a week behind on the smaller cases he'd taken on around the city, and hey- wouldn't it be nice if he tidied his desk a little? Adjust the tornado so it looked a little more...
Well, not better, but as though it had moved around a bit? Maybe a little more centralized on his desk instead of overflowing onto other people's spaces?
Plus, he noted with some confusion, he needed to tidy up the many odd little flowers that had been left on his desk. Llewellyn certainly didn't remember putting them there, and their presence puzzled him some...
Yes, anyone who walked in on seeing him organizing was probably going to wonder if they were hallucinating.
Then there was the flower shop. The detective knew he had time to make up for there, having left Aerith to take care of things by herself so rudely.
They were into the time of year where flowers were blooming and just waiting to be gathered to arrange in vases or baskets. So it wouldn't hurt to give the plants a little extra attention, would it? Especially since she'd allowed him to leave some of his starters to transfer at a later date.
Really, between arrangements waiting to be put together and flowers needing care, there was plenty for him to help with to make up for his absence!
Whether it was the office or the garden shop, there was nothing wrong with putting in a little more time here and there! And it gave him time to catch up with and check on people, which was still a priority at the end of the day.
I'll have that drink now. - The Tavern ~ OTA But warning for excessive drinking
Llewellyn was... adjusting.
Yeah, let's go with that. It sounded better than anything he could come up with. He really just needed time, he was sure. Time to finish sorting all the new thoughts and experiences into their little boxes on a shelf in his mind. Once that was done, he would lose the vague amounts of distraction and the questions of if he was listening or if something was off would stop.
He could do without those, really. He was fine. One hundred percent okay. Just adjusting. Just processing almost two years' worth of information.
Just trying to shake off the paranoia and anxiety that's still lingering from being in my own world. He let out a long breath while he waited for the tavern-keeper to bring him another drink.
Since it was just him and his thoughts? He could admit to himself that... There were some things that were less than fine.
He was tired of looking over his shoulder every time he was with Rhy, worried about some unknown seeing them and bringing danger down on their heads for just walking.
Tired of wondering when he was going to mess things up here, too. Both his personal life and professional life had... developed quite a track record. An annoying voice in the back of his mind kept musing that it might only be a matter of time before the rug got pulled out from under him.
And he was damn tired of the vague, lowered faith in the people around him. Expecting someone to spout some idiocy or opinion that would hurt someone who didn't deserve to be hurt, or even some slight against him when he didn't agree with them.
What happened to the progress he'd made? What happened to the glass being half full instead of half empty?
Another glass of something amber in colour was set in front of him, and idly he mused, 'There's a full glass.' As he pulled it towards him, hoping it might quiet his mind some while he passed some time before going home.
What; 2 Open logs and 1 closed
Where; Assorted
When; All through May
Warnings; Alcohol for a start. I will update accordingly depending on what gets discussed. Update: Brief mention of homophobia and unfair laws of the era in Ignis' thread, discussion of a murder case in thread with Ivy.
( I can also do personalized starters if you want! just let me know either on Discord: WhimsicalSpook#8219 or Plurk:
Finding his way home. - Closed to Rhy
It was late in the evening and footsteps were echoing through the sewers of of the city. Steps unsteady and a little staggered as the man exited the tunnels with a distracted look on his face.
He doesn’t really look particularly different how how he did a week ago when he disappeared. His gaze lightly unfocused as he walked almost on autopilot, his mind a whirl. Less a flock of starlings as he was prone to describing it and more of a tornado, and his emotions running rampant.
There was so much in his head now, too much. It was scrambling to sort what seemed like two very different lives. Almost two years away from home, between the Sphere and this world… And nearly that long suddenly stuffed in his head from his own world, much of it far less pleasant in some ways than the two years he’d come to know away from it.
Leaning against a lamppost, Llewellyn took a deep breath and then another as his eyes finally focused on the world around him. He was back, back in the world he’d come to think of as his home… And after having been back in his world? It had only cemented that feeling, regardless of how powerless and ill prepared he felt when it came to some of the things that happened here… It was better than the gnawing pain and repeated cycle of loss that he felt trapped in.
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry in frustration or relief as he stared at the quiet evening around him. Frustration for what he’d gone back to with no memories of this place, or in pure relief for being here again. Regardless, a few stray tears escaped anyway, though he’d deny it if asked.
… He’d deny a few things if asked, honestly.
“I need a drink…” He muttered, wishing to quiet his over-loud, racing thoughts just a little. It had practically been a part of his schedule over the last few months… Drink to quiet the thoughts, drink to numb the feelings that you wish you didn’t have, drink to forget how once again you were alone.
Then, absently, a particular thought rattled into place. Here he wasn’t alone. He had someone waiting for him.
Rhy.
The name comes to the forefront of his mind, and his heart suddenly ached for a different reason. How long had he been gone for? He’d promised not to leave the man, promised to stay by his husband’s side and not leave him to feel so very alone again…
The drink is forgotten for now, and Llewellyn turns in another direction, the correct direction. He wavers on his path once in a while, if only because worry had begun worming its way into his head. Worries of what to say to his husband, worries about what the man would think if he heard some of the last two years. Fear of disappointment, or judgement, or...
Llewellyn squinted at the door before him, the stained glass rose window glowing lightly with light from within. He had made it back without realizing it, so caught up in his own head again.
At first, he almost does the absurd thing, and knocks. Instead, having a small sensible thought break through the confusion, he pulls out his key and lets himself in.
It's an odd feeling as he wandered into the entry hall. Relief sinking in, the wonder of 'this is my home, it's safe here' catches a hold of him lightly. It's not the slightly lonely boarding house room, dim and empty aside from a few personal belongings, wine, and case notes. It's warm, bright, inviting, vibrantly full of life.
There's just one thing left... He wants- needs to see Rhy. Despite the vague anxiety of what on earth he might say, and the fear of how long he might have been gone lingering... He needs to see him. "Rhy?" He spoke as he began moving from one room to another in hopes of searching.
His voice doesn't sound as strong or confident as he'd like, he notes. He needs to fix that when does see his husband.
But it's a start.
Business as usual. - Gullwings or Aerith's shop ~ OTA if anyone wants to try to catch his attention when he's hiding in his work
If there was anything that would never change about Llewellyn, it was his proclivity for choosing avoidance of issues in favor of work. Why dwell and talk about the things in your head when you could be focusing on being productive and useful.
There were plenty of things that needed his attention, after all. There was work to be done at the Gullwings offices. He was a week behind on the smaller cases he'd taken on around the city, and hey- wouldn't it be nice if he tidied his desk a little? Adjust the tornado so it looked a little more...
Well, not better, but as though it had moved around a bit? Maybe a little more centralized on his desk instead of overflowing onto other people's spaces?
Plus, he noted with some confusion, he needed to tidy up the many odd little flowers that had been left on his desk. Llewellyn certainly didn't remember putting them there, and their presence puzzled him some...
Yes, anyone who walked in on seeing him organizing was probably going to wonder if they were hallucinating.
Then there was the flower shop. The detective knew he had time to make up for there, having left Aerith to take care of things by herself so rudely.
They were into the time of year where flowers were blooming and just waiting to be gathered to arrange in vases or baskets. So it wouldn't hurt to give the plants a little extra attention, would it? Especially since she'd allowed him to leave some of his starters to transfer at a later date.
Really, between arrangements waiting to be put together and flowers needing care, there was plenty for him to help with to make up for his absence!
Whether it was the office or the garden shop, there was nothing wrong with putting in a little more time here and there! And it gave him time to catch up with and check on people, which was still a priority at the end of the day.
I'll have that drink now. - The Tavern ~ OTA But warning for excessive drinking
Llewellyn was... adjusting.
Yeah, let's go with that. It sounded better than anything he could come up with. He really just needed time, he was sure. Time to finish sorting all the new thoughts and experiences into their little boxes on a shelf in his mind. Once that was done, he would lose the vague amounts of distraction and the questions of if he was listening or if something was off would stop.
He could do without those, really. He was fine. One hundred percent okay. Just adjusting. Just processing almost two years' worth of information.
Just trying to shake off the paranoia and anxiety that's still lingering from being in my own world. He let out a long breath while he waited for the tavern-keeper to bring him another drink.
Since it was just him and his thoughts? He could admit to himself that... There were some things that were less than fine.
He was tired of looking over his shoulder every time he was with Rhy, worried about some unknown seeing them and bringing danger down on their heads for just walking.
Tired of wondering when he was going to mess things up here, too. Both his personal life and professional life had... developed quite a track record. An annoying voice in the back of his mind kept musing that it might only be a matter of time before the rug got pulled out from under him.
And he was damn tired of the vague, lowered faith in the people around him. Expecting someone to spout some idiocy or opinion that would hurt someone who didn't deserve to be hurt, or even some slight against him when he didn't agree with them.
What happened to the progress he'd made? What happened to the glass being half full instead of half empty?
Another glass of something amber in colour was set in front of him, and idly he mused, 'There's a full glass.' As he pulled it towards him, hoping it might quiet his mind some while he passed some time before going home.
Business as usual ~ Gullwings Office
The responsible side of him, the one that had been used to taking care of loved ones and children who needed help, won out as he carefully took the handkerchief when she took the notepad. He folded it and set it on the desk carefully, having it ready in case she needed it again.
Taking the paper to read over as she continued writing on the next page, he felt that same tug at his heart again at the words on the paper. Sad because he was gone… Well, the detective was going to try to make sure that didn’t happen again. He found himself wanting to be here for both Rhy and her now… He didn’t want to be the reason they were sad or hurting again. “Then I’m even more glad that I’m back now, so you don’t need to be sad now, right?” At least not about him, he hoped… And if she was, he would try to fix that, too.
Taking the next page when it was done, he finally understood the reason behind the flowers. A softer expression crossed his face, managing a small smile at the explanation. “I don’t think I’ve heard that story, you’ll have to tell me it sometime.” He started, not recalling that story himself after a few moments of thought. He continued, though with a tilt of his head. ”It seems like it worked, though, didn’t it? I am back now, after all… So thank you for thinking of me, Luna.”
Business as usual ~ Gullwings Office
Was it normal to feel as if her entire body was filled?
For the first time since her arrival, she felt of sense of being complete. She hadn't felt that way in a long time and it was usually when her brother would sneak into her room to tuck her in at night.
She smiled and that happy grin reached up to his sparkling dark eyes. Luna wasn't sure she could recount the entire story but she'd try her best for Rhy. After a short pause, she wrote once more on the small pad of paper that Llewellyn had given her. Hopefully, he didn't mind her using a great deal of the pad.
'I will. Are you alright? Where did you go?'
Business as usual ~ Gullwings Office
So he let her work on writing the story out on the pad of paper with some curiosity, though his focus shifted back to her at her question. It was sweet of her to ask, of course, but he wasn’t about to give her details on the matter of his world. She was too young and had already seen too much bad in his opinion.
“I was sent back to the world I came from. It seems something about this place thought it was necessary. But I’m alright, now that I’m home.” He responded with a small attempt at a smile. He did consider this place his home far more than he did the world he came from at this point. Even more so now that he knew what kind of life was waiting for him now.
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When she was finished she tore off the paper and left it on the desk for Llewellyn. Maybe he needed a bed time story to tell to Rhy or Pretzel!
She then began writing again, this time moving slower as if to collect her thoughts. 'This place is home? Home is not home? Is it lonely? Will you have to go back? I want to go home. My brother is my home.'
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“This place is home to me, or I suppose you could say that like with your brother, my husband Rhy is home to me.” He confirmed with a small, soft smile. “My world is a very different place from here, and… I suppose lonely is a good way to describe it.” Constantly losing people and questioning his place among those around him had started to wear on the detective quite a bit… But he wasn’t about to dwell on the subject with Luna. She didn’t need that weight.
So he forced a smile and offered a more positive tone as he continued. “But Rhy and I have decided since I returned that we would rather stay together? So I’m going to be investigating ways to stay here, instead of going home now. So I might not have to go back.”
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She reached for the paper and began to write again, passing over the pad for Llewellyn to look at. 'Stay here.' It was easy to understand and if Luna's brother were here, she might have wanted the same. She'd have missed her mother but the pair of them would be safe and away from the evil Queen's grasp.
Luna writes again and just as quickly shows it to Llewellyn. "Can I help?" A good princess always looked out for other people and Llewellyn, aside from being Pretzel's father, was her friend.
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The question gets a small hum, tilting his head thoughtfully. He wasn’t about to ask Luna for assistance with this. Again, she didn’t need so much put on her small shoulders… So he considered other things lighter and easier, perhaps. Something a little more fun for a child, and less about work. “I could certainly use help to secure lunch, if you’re interested. I’ve been sorting my desk for a little too long, I think. Perhaps you can tell me more about the flowers you’ve found here you like and what I’ve missed.”
Happier topics, hopefully. Besides, he did have to resume figuring out his garden now that he was home… He could plant something for her as well, as a way of thanking her for thinking of him and for her to enjoy when she was playing with Pretzel if she stopped by the house again.
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She turned on her heel, briefly leaving the notebook on his desk as she set to picking up the flowers she had scattered across the office floor. If they had been outside she would have left them be but the poor flowers had no way to reach the sun when inside and she couldn't just leave them.
Once they were gathered she placed them neatly on Llewellyn's desk and then picked up the pad of paper once more. 'What kinds of food do you like?' She didn't know all of the places with food in the city but she wanted to bring him something that he'd really enjoy.
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He was feeling the need to keep moving anyway, not prone to staying in one place for long out of habit. So a nice walk with Luna and Pretzel, while treating her to something good to eat, seemed like the best way to spend some time now that he was back. Especially since he wanted to see how the girl was doing, and if she’d had any more trouble in his absence.
Her question gets a small smile, “I’m not sure I can pick a food I like best, aside from perhaps pretzels. But! I enjoy trying things as well. Is there anything you would like to eat?” Llewellyn would happily get something Luna might enjoy, after all. He had never been a fussy eater, and he would want to make sure she had a good lunch.
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She grabbed the notepad and pencil, tucking the set into a small pocket of her dress before fixing the light purple hat that rested on her head. She didn't have many outfits nor was she wearing anything expensive but the orphanage had provided enough clothing for Luna to remain clean and tidy. They also gave her a choice of hats and other fun accessories that made her feel like she was back in her mother's castle.
Luna frowned and quickly wrote on the pad once more. 'Pretzel?</>' She looked down at the cute puppy and her favorite person in the city with a worried stare. He didn't mean Pretzel, did he?! There was only one of him... how could that be his favorite? Luna was sure that she must have somehow misunderstood.
She wrote quickly before flipping over the pad once more. 'Sweet bread. I can make it for you.' Luna was beginning to realize that she couldn't keep the pad in her pocket. She'd likely have to fashion a strap to the paper, as she had for her harp.
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The frown gets his attention rather quickly, as he looked at the pad while fastening Pretzel’s leash. The question confusing him for a moment, before he realized that… Oh dear. He had better explain that rather quickly. “Not this Pretzel, I assure you. You see… There are these rather uh- tasty baked goods called Pretzels.” He snagged a pen from his desk and doodled a quick looping picture on the page. “They’re made of dough with a special wash and salted usually, though there are sweet ones too, but they’re a similar colour to some of Pretzel’s coat.” He gestured to the tan-brown colour in the hound’s fur, continuing with a smile. “So when Pretzel found me I named him that… Mm… Admittedly, I’m terrible at naming things.” But that should settle her worries about that, he hoped. He’d never eat his darling little hound. Pretzel was his and Rhy’s little spoiled fluff-butt. They wouldn’t hurt him for anything.
At some point, Llewellyn realized he was going to have to see about getting her one of the smaller style notebooks to keep in a pocket… He was pretty sure he had some spares in his desk at home. Something to pick up later, he supposed. “I didn’t know you could bake? Perhaps one day you can use our kitchen if you like.” If he thought that would be fun for her, he was sure Rhy wouldn’t mind either. But for today, he would have to find something for her at the market. Something sweet, definitely, and maybe a few other things to balance the meal out. Otherwise, he would feel like a rather irresponsible adult.
Which he was, at times, but this was different.
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She reached for Llewellyn's hand once they were outside of the office and waited for Llewellyn to lead the way. Luna knew her way around the city but she wasn't sure what he wanted to eat and she wanted to get something for him. This was, after all, a celebration for his return and she even had some money saved up in her pocket that she could use to buy him things.
At his question, she nods her head and tried to think of what she should make first. She could try and surprise him and make it at the orphanage but there was a shared kitchen there and she wasn't sure if she was allowed to use it.
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He was protective of those he cared about to begin with, and between his recent life and the fact that Luna was as small as she was? Well, he was going to be more than cautious concerning her safety.
If he knew she was thinking she would be buying him things with her carefully saved pocket money, his heart would break somewhat. That was terribly thoughtful of her, but he couldn’t let a child pay for his food. Not when she needed it (and more) herself. “Tell me, do you like ice cream?” Llewellyn was already thinking about dessert, if only because she deserved a something special, after all the worry he’d caused her. So dessert after a healthy lunch of either a pretzel, a hand pie, or perhaps some sandwiches.
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At his question she nodded her head, having learned about ice cream from the maids at the castle. Of course ice cream in the castle tasted like sweet milk and didn't have the flavors that existed elsewhere. She was going to be very surprised.
Holding the detective's hand meant that she couldn't write but she looked up at him curiously, wondering if he was going to tell her where they were going. She hadn't know that any of the places here had ice cream and she had also assumed that they were going to have ice cream for lunch.
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The consistency would be a little different, and the flavours limited (perhaps), but it could still be found and given the season was shifting towards the warmth of summer? He was quite certain the cart would be there as it had last year, even if it might have moved to a slightly different place. “I’m partial to chocolate, myself, and I haven’t had any since… Well! This time last year, I believe.” He was pretty sure, anyway, the detective was still having a little trouble with his ability to recall being muddled by the sudden two years back in his own world being at the front of his mind.
“So I think that might make a rather nice celebration lunch, hm?” Something of a reward for her, more than anything, but a treat for them both, nonetheless. It wasn’t as though he had an appetite that could be spoiled by sweets. His appetite was one thing that would at least never change, it seemed.
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After another block of walking Luna released his hand and began to write on the pad of paper in front of her. She had to stop walking for a second, quickly scrawl the note and the run to catch up to Llewellyn. The writing wasn't as neat as usual but it was legible.
'Are there chocolate cows to make chocolate ice cream? Chocolate is very bitter but ice cream is very sweet. Is it bitter?'
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While he waited, he crouched next to her to be on eye level for when she was finished, because he used to find it incredibly frustrating when trying to talk to adults and they just looked down on you all the time… And he was very tall, which was hard to forget.
Her question was absolutely not something he had anticipated, but it was hard to not internally muse over how adorable and very child-like the question was. Chocolate cows… He shook his head with a light smile. “Nope, chocolate ice cream is made with cream and cocoa powder combined. And because of all the sugar in ice cream, it’s still very sweet!”
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Her eyes brightened as he explained the intricacies of chocolate. She knew of chocolate powder because that was what she had learned to bake with but it was expensive and rare. Another quick scribble was in order before they could continue towards their lunch.
'It is not too expensive is it?' It would be obvious that she was incredibly excited to try it.
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That said, he glanced at Pretzel with belated realization. “But I will say, Pretzel can’t have any. Chocolate isn’t good for dogs, but we can get him another treat later, okay?” It seemed important information to pass on, just in case she got the idea to share. As cute and sweet a thought it may be, it would be best if she enjoyed it herself and left Pretzel to more dog appropriate snacks.
Llewellyn waited to see if she understood and was ready to continue, before offering his hand again.
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The notebook was tucked beneath her other arm and held protectively against her side as she walked, however, she stopped or slowed occasionally to pin it back in place and prevent it from falling.
She didn't want to look silly in front of Pretzel or Llewellyn.
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He kept a very close eye on his young friend, not wanting to lose sight of her or walk too fast for her to keep up. She didn’t look silly, trying to keep a hold of her overlarge notebook. She did look like she was having a hard time with it, though. Considering how important it was for her to be able to carry it with her, he found himself rather troubled with the idea that she was having such trouble managing to carry it around.
It did give him an idea though, but he would need to get the ice cream taken care of first… Still, he wanted to help until something could be done. Offering her a small smile as they rounded a corner to the market, he spoke up. “ Would you like me to hang onto that for you until we’re done walking? You can just tug on my sleeve if you need it back to write, of course. It will be hard for you to eat ice cream while balancing it, I expect.”
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It was only a moments hesitation before Luna shifted the weight of the paper to her hand and lifted it up to Llewellyn to hold. She smiled, a soft tiny expression, and nodded her head.
If it was for ice cream. She was happy to let him hold it and not get it sticky.
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Shifting their path slightly to the sidewalk, he glanced at her again. “And here we are. I’m going to get us each a cone. Can you keep Pretzel company so he doesn’t get lonely?” He asked, hoping to save Luna standing in a line in one of the more crowded areas of the market.
He’d found a nice bench for them to sit on while they ate and giving Pretzel the command to sit. He slipped his billfold out of the bag as well, before setting it on the bench if she needed to grab her pad while he was purchasing their ice cream.
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She was grateful that he left the bag and subsequently her notebook. Though Luna didn't think that she'd need it. It was a comfort to have it nearby.
After Llewellyn left there was a brief awkward moment of silence as both her and Pretzel watched Llewellyn get in line. They both then looked at each other as if the motion was choregraphed. It was probably a bad idea but Luna pushed the bag to her left side, leaving the right side of the bench entirely open. She then patted the bench in hopes to get Pretzel to snuggle up with her on the bench.
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Llewellyn was a short while before he returned, the line having been a bit long given the time of day, but it was quite worth it to get their icy treat. Two chocolate cones, and a small dish of vanilla she could give to Pretzel if she wanted. “Here we are, a perfect summer treat for a nice afternoon!” He commented cheerfully, holding out the chocolate cone to his young friend.
A small smile crossed his face as he noticed Pretzel had cuddled up to her and looked quite content. So, with a comical little raise of his brow, he held out the small dish of vanilla as well. “And I got this for our fuzzy companion, if you want to share it with him for me?” He added, before settling on the bench on the other side of Pretzel with his own cone.
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