#kc_necropolis

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He clatters out into the street after Sparrow, pulling his hood up over his dreads* "Which away are you going, chica?"

"Home is that-a-way." She nods left. "Just a few blocks..."

"Right on," *He turns that way, accompanying her as a protective figure. Never mind that he can't fight a lick, he can at least look somewhat -- male -- as an escort

Sparrow... draws attention, even with an escort. Despite being dimmed in mortal mein, she's still stunning. A wolf whistle prompts her to don her hoodie. "Sorry"

Luke draws himself up, and his pale eyes go to the whistler. Keeping an eye on him as they go*

"For what, chica?"

A shrug, a little jerk of her head to indicate said whistler. "Forgot. I try to keep my head low, right? So! You wanna see my place, or do you need to run back to your Rain-girl?"

The grin becomes a bit pained "Man, she's just....having some problems, is all, you know? Not her fault." He pulls his phone again, checks it...then bobs a nod as he puts it back* "Let's go see this place of yours." A real smile* "Been waiting."

"Well, just remember to take care of you, too. I don't have enough friends to just have them wither away!"

"Nah, man. I'm good." He looks up at the rain, then to her* "I shouldn't complain, man. You should meet her. She's....yeah." A -- well, sweetly dopey grin, the kind that tells her everything. Boy's smitten*

"She's great?"

"Yeah." *He reaches for his fatty, tucked into his dreads, and then his lighter "She's tough, but like...she's into nature, too, you know?"

He flicks on the blue disposable, and takes a pull -- the cherry flaring from the hand-rolled paper -- then flicks the flame off and offers it aside to her*

"Can't. But thanks."

"Right, right. Sorry, forgot." Sheepish*

"Nature is nice. I think we should find somewhere green for beltaine."

"Yeah, man. I'd say by the Lake, but...maybe more like the outlying areas?"

"Well, if it's all us, not... not us?"

"Is there going to be different ones?" Curiously* "Like, MurphMan, he wanted it just us, you know?"

"Well, afternoon... I was thinking open, fun, lots of whoever."

"Right on." He dips head* "There's that dude, I was saying, he's a little whacked, you know? Keeps....talking about, like, these pod people after him. Wondered if there was somewhere he might feel more....I don't know, man, safe, I guess?"

"He locked himself up, away, to hide from them, but like...man, a guy's gotta leave home SOMEtimes, right?"

"Maybe the woods would work. Dunno"

"We're running out of time, chica. Like, a week away, you know?" *gently* "How about, like, the woods for us, and like...the fairgrounds, for the everyone stuff? Or the other way around?"

"Sorry. Sure? "

"Sorry again?" A grin, and the pale eyes turn to her from under the faded blue hood* "You say that a lot, chica." *Teasing, maybe "Maybe, like, I should talk to MurphMan about it?"

"He had ideas, you know?"

"I've only had one Beltaine. I was pretty new, and... like.. it was a well-oiled machine. I want to do something, though."

"I haven't been to any, chica." A grin to her* "Burning man don't count. I had little sis to look after, you know?"

"Yeah? Hunh. So I figure, no one right way to do this."

"Sounds like. So where's your place?"

He's looking over the buildings with curiosity*

They have moved from warehouses to crowded blocks of pre-war brick. Several of the street lights are out. "Ahead. The one in the middle."

"You walk here every night, Bird-girl?" Dubiously*

The 'one in the middle' is a five-story tenement with a grey stone stoop. The lower windows are barred. "Sure!"

*His eyes moving over the sputtering streetlights*

"Yeah, I don't know, chica."

"You don't want to see? It's really nice..."

"Nah, man, I mean...just don't like that you walk here at night, man. Sorry." An uneasy grin*

"Kind of makes me an asshole, but."

"Guess it is late. I appreciate the company, anyhow." She fishes out her keys. "It's not so bad."

"Maybe not, but, like." He ducks, and grins* "Let's see inside, cool? Did you paint?"

"I need to get some of the right stuff - you know? So it shows up right." She leads Luke to the main door, unlocking it to admit them to a narrow hallway. Mailboxes on the right, stairs to the left, and a cracked linoleum hallways stretched ahead.

He is giving it a careful eye, the eye of the protective older brother, as he clatters after -- his hooves noisy on the linoleum*

"I have a penthouse! It might be a little dark for the view, but... hey." After checking mail, Sparrow starts for the stairs. There are stairs, and more stairs... and more yet. Good thing satyrs have stamina.

*He takes them easily "Man, chica, how did you get a sofa up here?"

"I don't have a sofa. It's a futon! Turns into a bed, too!"

"Right on. How did you get THAT up here?" grinning*