impure_tale | 207

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renate

207 - [Video]

[The camera tumbles and flips as the communicator clatters to the ground, and the audio immediately cuts in with a high pitched noise that might raise alarms immediately, until, as a small child with ridiculously curly hair and a cherub face comes into view, the sound is then identifiable as laughter. A black dog that is far larger than the child smothers his face with kisses while he giggles and tries in vain to push her off.]

(ooc: Spam is welcome, as the door to his cabin is probably ajar. The Marquis is affected. Most you need to know is he's five-ish, cute as a button, and given to tiny bouts of violate rage when other kids still his toys.)

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[Lua recognizes the dog and from there has a good idea who the kid is. With some of the younger punks running around someone it isn't a good idea for someone that small to be by himself that long, so she peeks through the door to see if he's all right and gives it a knock before opening.]

[Donatien only notices that someone has come in when Renate abandons him to greet the visitor at the door. He rolls forward and gets rather clumsily to his feet.]

Bonjour!

[A wave, like this is all fine and he's supposed to be here, and Lua lowers herself to boy and dog's level. She doesn't know if he can still speak English, but it doesn't look like he remembers her, so she'll just start from the beginning like last time, when Amanda was a kid here.]

Donatien? Looks like she knows you already.

What's her name?

[He wraps his arms around Renate's neck in a hug. She cranes her head to try and kiss him]

[She tries to hide the sigh of relief in opening her mouth to speak.] Renate. She's a good dog. [As far as Lua can tell, at least; she's never liked the things.]

Are you all right? She big enough for you? [It's almost a joke.]

Renate. [She lays her ears back at that and sits. Donatien is just a little too big to climb on her, but he may try if you give him too much time to get it in his head.]

She's yours. See, she knows. [Lua reaches out to pet Renate, distract the boy a bit from getting some crazy idea. This is weird, dealing with him like a little boy, but she can work with it as long as he's safe. What is he used to, what did he know before? She'll work that out soon, but she'll let him play for now.]

So I can have her? ['Mine' is a very special word, Lua. He likens it to just about everything he can fit his little fingers around.]

Edited 2012-10-25 21:17 (UTC)

[Lua nods and reaches out to him to pat his shoulder, reassuring him that it's his.]

You can have her. [They're going to laugh about this in a couple days, she hopes.]

What's your name?

Lua. I live here. I'll make sure you're all right. [She'll come up with something if she can't keep Ladd out of the way, and if she can, she can handle a kid or two for a couple days.]

How old are you, Donatien?

So I'm going to stay with you? [At the question, he double-checks on his fingers] This many! Cinq!

[The fingers tip her off.] You can stay with me. Five means you get somebody to stay with.

[No kid wants someone to think they're little unless they want something out of an adult; she was a kid longer ago than she wants to be.]

You want to stay here and play, or take her with us?

She can come, oui? [He hugs her around the neck again.] She's a good dog.

She's your dog. [It's a yes that sounds less reluctant than she feels, but she offers Donatien her hand like she wants to get him ready to go.] You ever have a dog before?

One of the servants keeps one, at my uncle's chateau. [But now he is thinking he should have one of his own. He takes her hand readily and reaches to lead Renate if she won't follow. She does, though, quite easily.]

[She should have remembered about that part, the servants and the castle and everything that goes along with being noble. He's going to expect a lot, but if she misses something, she knows she'll hear it if the boy's like the man.] She'll follow you without holding on. Good dog.

[It takes a moment, but she finds keys and leads the both of them out, locking up what could be a tempting target for some of the kids running around here.] Could take you to go eat, or you two can go play. I can take you outside.

What's it like outside? [He's looking around for shoes, now, which unfortunately he lacks.]

It's daytime right now, but it looks dark here. A little cold, but not bad. It's light in the park, though, and most days it's pretty. [He's looking for something, and she starts looking with him for a second before she realizes she doesn't know what he wants.]

What do you need, Donatien?

Shoes! [He's looking under the sofa, as though that is the most obvious place to hide shoes.]

[Oh, that's going to be a problem, until she remembers she can ask for things now, and maybe, since this is reasonable, get them. But that poses its own set of problems, unless she's discreet about it.] Could be in another room. You watch Renate, I'll look around.

[She slips back through a door and sends a quick message, coming out a few minutes later with a little pair of shoes and stockings.]

[Donatien very patiently sits down on the sofa and holds up a foot, looking at her expectantly.]

[It takes Lua a second, but he can't be used to doing this on his own. Maybe the boy-that-was is too young, maybe too rich, so she crouches down and starts slipping on shoes and stockings, trying to be careful with his feet.] You did a good job with her.

I did? [Asked with a high, excited inflection, which just goes to show he's still very much at an age where he eats up praise like candy.]

She was good, and she's yours. [A hand to help Donatien down, and she keeps him close to her as they get up. He's fine on his own as an adult, but she can already tell he trusts strange people a little too much.]

You walk out, she'll go right with you. You ready?

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207 - [Video]

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