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Post by Lafayette Havelock on Jul 31, 2011 14:52:46 GMT -5
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"One hundred and eighty-eight..."
No one would notice just another nameless grunt shirking off their duty; that was the plan, anyhow, with Lafayette hoping none of the others were observant enough to discern one of their own had gone missing, not when there were as many of them as there were stars.
"Two hundred and eleven..."
His left arm was slung towards the ground, with the pads of his fingers grazing the tufts of grass encircling the bench he was laid back on; those of his right stretched upwards, looking to be grazing the blanket of black sky dotted with golden that was thrown warmly over him. The view made up for the uncomfortable angle he was contorted, a vain attempt of getting comfortable with unyielding wood and metals biting into his back and rumpling the dingy street clothes he was donning.
"Two hundred and forty-three..."
Beauty sat perched upon Lafayette's chest as though a queen on her throne, high and mighty, her eyes gleaming with the reflections of everything skyward. When she meowed in time with his counting it was a thin and reedy noise, sounding as though a sort of wind instrument, and a rather insistent one at that, struggling to be heard over everything else there was. For a long time she did not move or intervene -- that'd came when he'd gotten to nearly three hundred, when she gave his nose a vicious bat (with her claws retracted, thankfully).
"What?" Lafayette murmured as he sat up, dislodging Beauty from her place on his chest and dropping her onto his lap instead. "Just wanting to bother me instead of chasing rattatas?"
Watching in disbelief as Beauty hopped gracelessly from his lap and began stalking a circle around the bench prior to bounding off into the hedges -- she'd come back when she was ready, as she always did -- Lafayette muttered, "I guess not," and sighed. Exercising rather more elegance than his feline companion, Lafayette was falling once again into a laying position onto the park bench, arms pillowed under his head as his eyes raked across the sky, thoughtlessly. His concentration was shattered, and so he'd keep a new bout of counting for another night, when it'd not been attempted and ended as ultimately futile.
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