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@corsey | continued from ☾

Lulu eyes him. She'd been watching for a few minutes before she spoke, since he hadn't twitched at all at the sound of the door when she returned. She thinks, even, that's still the same half-drunk mug of tea he was holding when she left.

"I'm gonna make a cuppa, you want a fresh one or you good?" She asks first, diverting via the kitchen to flick on the jug before coming to stand beside him at the window.

"Infinite money? Probably start with another sleeve."

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"Okay." Lulu isn't blind. She notices Ruth Having A Moment. She is, however, a little dumb, and thinks that maybe Ruth just doesn't want to be touched after something like this, and so lets her hand fall away.

Her return insistence that she will clean up her own mess is interrupted similarly by the reappearance of one F. Funke, but Lulu is happy enough to switch gears.

"Thankyou." She's beaming. "Those are both really cool abilities," Though Lulu suspects the person who turns invisible is just a really fast runner. "I'm honoured to be put on the same level. Now, Funke baby, where is your vacuum cleaner? Wait, hang on," She looks around. "Lemme grab my pants and then I'll vacuum."

the shapeshifter tenderly drying her eyes is too much for ruth byrne to bear. her grip on the windowsill fastens until her fingertips threaten to turn white, while her little gay heart rattles inside her ribcage like a canary that got hold of an espresso shot.

"it usually comes in twos," she admits. "think i'll play it safe and just..." gulp. "hang out here. like you said. no, please, you don't have to clean anything up--"

funke reappears, to rub her shoulder companionably and grin at lulu. "man, that shit was freeky-deeky, huh, ruthie?"

"that's a compliment," ruth explains, without looking at either of them.

"listen." now funke's hand is on lulu's shoulder. "i've seen a dude with earwax that can melt steel -- or maybe just the kind they use at the deli -- and there's somebody out near the record store who can go invisible if she snaps her fingers and you turn the other way. but i ain't ever seen anything quite like that."

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@platiinums | continued from ☾

Strawberry shortcake?

Lulu turns to size up the brunette, before quickly deciding that no, this is the kind of woman she wants in her corner. She'll let the nickname slide.

Besides, she'd done a pretty bang-up job of taking out these assholes (not that Lulu couldn't, yknow. She just hadn't. Whatever).

"I'll shout one too. As a thankyou."

Deciding she's done with the men, Lulu steps over them and takes a better look at the brunette. Hair loose, cute outfit, mischievous eyes.

"You make a habit of decking random guys in bars? Or am I just an accessory to girl power."

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@kxllerblond | continued from ☾

"I mean. Relevance is a strong word. Everything's relevant to something." Somehow, her thick accent makes this a more confusing turn of phrase. Lulu is unperturbed, crunching a chip in thought.

"Do you think, though, that the probability is increased because of your long life? Like, have you seen more unlikely things going on so far? Or do you think you will? I'm not sure where you're at, with that. You have one of those faces, you know."

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@godstrayed | continued from ☾

It had been a surprise to both of them when all the comments in Lulu's recent few videos had been about the hot park ranger. She hadn't even really featured him - rather he'd lingered in the back for a moment too long, and now denizens of the internet were clamouring for more of him.

For her part, Lulu found the whole thing rather amusing.

Especially now that it seems that Steve's decided to lean into it and make videos about conservation to spread awareness - goal, in truth, she can fully get behind.

"Okay, all right, I'm sorry." Amusement twists her lips as apologies are delivered through brash accent. "Park up wherever you want to start and I'll record you. Don't worry if you mince it, we can always cut together after."

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Okay, you know what, Lulu's gonna take that. Ruth is a slower mover in these aspects than she is, it seems - and while there was no answer on the date front, the directive to don't stop doesn't really seem like a no.

So Lulu figures they'll get there. In time.

Especially when Ruth looks at her like that.

"Not super long, I don't think. But you're right, we should get him something, since we told him we wouldn't abandon him then literally did." Not that Lulu thinks Funke will mind - he'll probably be weirdly ecstatic once he learns of these developments. Not that it will come from her - she gets that what the pair have is unique, and not for her to get in the middle of. Lulu steps aside so that Ruth can continue down the stairs, falling into step with her.

all of the butterflies in her stomach are cartwheeling. "just -- don't stop."

an even shorter pause, but those eyes don't leave lulu's. this is where the communication really happens. she breaks away in just enough time, before the colour can reach her cheeks, and make her feelings too easy for the other to discern.

"how long have we been gone? we better go and get something for him. historically, i've been able to earn his forgiveness with a slurpee."

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@kurjaks | continued from ☾

She's hauled herself up to sit on his counter, bare (and misshapen) legs swinging as she watches him cut up fruit.

"Okay, so," Lulu scoops up a neatly topped strawberry, cheersing it in thanks for his efforts and pops it in her mouth, continuing her story as she chews (her mother would be appalled). "There was this woman in the grocery store, right and she was just being like, feral. Not in the good way like you are but like. Having a rage and swearing at the poor check out kids - or, I think she was swearing. My Croatian's still not good but she certainly wasn't happy. She threw a loaf of bread on the floor and it came unfastened and like, the crust shot out and she just stood there and pointed at it." She has to pause here, getting too worked up in memory.

"So obviously I called her a feral cow and said that if she was going to act like that she should disappear back into the bog hole she crawled out of."

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@downspirals said "was it… okay?"

Lulu half rolls over towards the other woman. They're still tucked in bed together, still naked under the sheets, and pretty Rain was asking if Lulu enjoyed it?

"Baby, it was great," the redhead presses a kiss to the other's bare shoulder, and then up against her lips. "Was it good for you too?"

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@kxllerblond | continued from ☾

[ text; Clark ] as much as i wanna disagree on principle ur actually right [ text; Clark ] we don't have it back home tho so points for like. [ text; Clark ] not uniqueness. whats the word i'm thinking of? [ text; Clark ] doesn't matter. u know what i mean [ text; clark ] reeses pieces fuck tho

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"Uh huh. Humans are our biggest predator, so everything else, to use, is pretty fair game." She flashes a grin - something almost canine in nature, though it might just be a trick of the light.

Oh - actually, she hadn't thought of it like that. And though usually Lulu would make some sort of quip about it, this was definitely not the right time or place, given why they were talking about girls in swimsuits in the first place.

Besides, Mapplethorpe has just given her something much cooler to focus on. The sound of his spine snapping doesn't worry her, though she does crouch to get in close and have a better look. "Oh, that looks dope. It doesn't hurt?" Lulu's not sure what the scope is here - like sure, he's dead, but when he's got a physical form like this does he still feel pain?

"are they?" the area of australia that mapplethorpe had lived in didn't necessarily have a lot of dingos. hell, he wondered how lulu felt about being probably one of the few that seemed to be in the area. he decides not to comment on rather or not she's visited the local zoo yet. granted, it would be an innocent question but could be seen as an insult. sure, he was already dead but the last thing he wanted was for her to turn back into a dingo and rip him to shreds.

"so, what i'm gathering is that your some kind of apex predator, huh?"

blue eyes finally shift to look over to lulu, still thankful that he can't necessarily blush due to the whole being dead thing. "well, like---....when you live with a bunch of girl's who died in swim suits, you learn to be respectful pretty fast!" not that mapplethorpe would ever gawk longer than necessary. his mother raised him right, that was for sure. "hmmm---...." he'll think for a moment before he starts to lean backwards, his spine snapping as he seems to fold in half. it was something a little more impossible than a simple bridge. his spine seemingly snapped. "i love to charge people like this. freaks them out,"

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@starlyht | continued from ☾

Lulu is really not out here having a good time right now. It's not that she was unused to the rain, or the way her wet leathers were clinging to her, or the wet dog smell of Dingo beside her - it just never got any more enjoyable. So when the offer is extended, Lulu huddles in and extends her hands towards the little flame - especially since Visi was right. No proper fire for them unless they could find somewhere with dry scrub. "This is amazing. Not to be funny," absolutely to be funny, "but you're the light of my life. What would I do without you right now?"

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@starlyht | continued from ☾

Lulu is used to blurting out things that inspire people into graceless, bewildered laughter, so Vivi's is not thought of as particularly unusual. She's too busy weighing her options, anyway. "I don't hate the idea of a red lip. I like it more than the eyeshadow thing. But you don't think it would clash with my hair?"

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@kineticrelief | continued from ☾

Lulu might be loud but she's not mean, and she definitely recognises she's not everybody's cup of tea. Being loud and boisterous is what happens when you grow up in a pack with five other siblings.

"Sorry, sometimes I get a bit carried away. Inside voice, right?" Hands are tucked into the pocket of her jean shorts as she shrugs. She is making a concerted effort to tone it down a bit more now. "I spend too much time out on the jobsite, probably. Too used to yelling to get someone's attention."

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Lulu simply grins and wiggles her eyebrows. It's not like she didn't know what she was inviting by making that particular request. "I should have been the one to go get it," She muses. "Since I'm gonna go that way to get changed. I'm not gonna strip in the middle of your kitchen."

Lulu ducks into the hallway to strip her clothes, pulling on Salem's comfy shirt and padding back into the living room in just the shirt and socks to join where Salem has set them up with food. "Fuck you're a goddess sometimes. Look at this spread."

She joins Salem on the couch, waving a hand at the choices. "Whatever you feel like is good with me. I can't imagine we'll be watching it too long, right?"

When Salem walked back, she had one of her t-shirts in hand, "You know not wearing pants around me isn't even a game of Russian roulette, right? It's more of a... ticking timebomb." She pointed out, squinting at the other before laughing a bit. "The boom is when you cum, obviously, because it's not fair to ask me to behave."

Snickering, she stepped back over to the counter once Lulu took the shirt. Salem made each of them a plate full of different goodies before waiter-ing them over to the living room and sat them on the coffee table.

She plopped herself down on the sofa and looked over at the other, "What am I putting on? True crime? Horror movie? Romcom?"

[moonlightazriel]

Chapter 6: Thoughts of you /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Y/N spends a whole day exploring Velaris with Lucien.

Word Count: 2,9K

Warnings: Cursing and lots of jealousy hehehe

Notes: I love Lulu so fucking much.

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Lucien moved gracefully around, hands resting behind his back as he greeted everyone one by one, he passed by Elain, just a tiny nod of his head as he knew she wouldn’t accept more than this and he truly  respected her wishes. Azriel saw how she winced at the barely glance in her direction and how her hands closed in fists when he gently picked up Y/N’s hand and brought it to his lips before adding.

“I’m Lucien Vanserra.” Azriel hated him. He saw a shy smile creep up on her face, making her nod her head and offer him her name in return. “Looks like we’re going to spend a lot of time together.” 

“I guess we are.” She replied, pulling her hand back to her lap. 

Y/N had seen how Elain had reacted when Lucien approached her, the last thing she wanted was a jealous female breathing on her neck, despite her being with Azriel. He wasn’t that different, chest puffed and a scowl on his face, if she really would spend a lot of time with Lucien, she would totally ask him about it. 

She felt the sleep starting to take over her thoughts, the day had been absolutely draining and her ribs still hurt a lot with every breath she took. So she slowly got up, exchanging a few goodbyes and promising to be up early to meet with Lucien so they could share what they knew with each other. Azriel’s gaze burned holes in her body as she left the scene.

He had no claim over her, and his girlfriend was sitting by his side, with the same sour mood and frown on her face as he was. He understood that for her it was because of the bond, but what excuse did he have for his behaviour? For that burning sensation at the nape of his neck, the simmering anger from seeing someone you love flirting with someone else. 

He knew Lucien was naturally gentle, in a way he would never be. And the interaction had nothing much about it, but still. He watched her leave, her body slightly curved like she was in pain, he acted before he thought, following her with quick steps. She was already by her door when he cleared his throat.

“Are you alright?” She turned to him, a grimace expression as she turned too fast.

“Yeah yeah, don’t worry.” She reassured him and he scoffed. “Just a few scratches.”

“Clearly.” She took a deep breath. “I’m serious, if you need anything just ask me. I have some potions for pain.” She nodded. 

“Thank you, Az.” His eyes widened a little at his nickname slipping from her plump lips. “Azriel!” She quickly corrected herself, blue staining her cheeks as she blushed in embarrassment. 

“Az it’s fine, if you prefer to call me that way.” She avoided his gaze, and he found her really beautiful blushing furiously like that, he enjoyed having her flustered because of him. 

“Good night.” She said, going inside her room.

“Good night, Y/N.” She liked the sound of her name in his voice. 

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Sleeping was hard, she had downed the potion in one sip, frowning at the bitter taste, but despite feeling better, her mind couldn’t rest, still thinking about what those dreams meant. She always thought that the moment she finally met him, they would run to each other's arms and profess their unconditional love. 

She guessed that luck wasn’t really on her side, after so many years, she was finally ready to love again and here she was, stuck in another world and having conflicting feelings towards an already taken male. Everything was a fucking mess. 

Ruvyn had ruined love, he didn’t even have to rip her heart out of her chest with his own hands because she was fool enough to give it to him at her own free will. And since then she hasn't allowed to feel any romantic feelings towards anyone, no one was going to hurt her ever again. 

But once again, here she was, thinking about the male just across the hall, wanting to tell him about the dreams, wanting to tell her that despite never seeing him, he had helped her heal, that he was important for her and she was glad that he was there with her, despite everything. She was a fucking fool. 

Azriel wasn’t doing any better in his own room, sitting with a towel around his hips, hair dripping cold water on his torso and back. His eyes were glued to his door, like he could see past it and straight to her room, where he supposed she was asleep. 

The ways she had said his nickname, that thick accent of hers accentuating the two letters. He had heard it in that same way so many times, more than he could count, but his heart remembered every single one of them. Because it was the voice of his muse, the female that walked in his dreams and lulled him to a peaceful rest. 

Always with a kind word to him, sparing his damaged heart from further suffering. She had held him so many times, laid his head on her lap while she brushed her hands on his dark locks, calming him down like no one was ever able to do before. 

He remembered her now, the softness of her hair, the plump lips always curved in a grin, the blue coating her cheeks whenever he preached about her beauty until the void swallowed his words and kept them forever. Those mesmerising eyes, the same colour as a raging storm. 

And suddenly all those feelings made sense, he had no claim over her because she was a free female, but she was his, and had been for all the years he dreamed about her. He opened his heart to her and he was quick to let her make her permanent home in it. 

His thoughts then turned towards the female down the hall, he knew Elain decided to stay because of Lucien and not really because of him, he loved her, didn’t he? He had chosen to go against his brother’s wishes for the first time because of her, but was it really love or he was just settling on the idea of never seeing Y/N in person? 

Deciding to try and forget her despite his heart's protests. It wasn’t fair with Elain and he knew it. But wasn’t she just doing the same to him? He remembered her drunken form clinging to him, rambling about how she hadn't given Lucien a chance yet because she didn’t want anyone telling her who she should love, let alone some old, dusty pan. He had dared to ask if it wasn’t for the Cauldron, would she seek Lucien out? Her silence and refusal to look him in the eyes told him everything he needed to know. 

He let his body fall back, hitting the matters. His head felt heavy and he desperately needed to sleep, but as the hours passed by, he couldn’t stop his frantic mind and watched as the sunshine started to creep up through his curtains and he released a tired groan, getting up to train. 

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The two sat opposite each other, but the same tired expression and dark circles under their eyes like neither of them had a bit of sleep last night. Y/N sipped on a mug of hot coffee and silently stared at him. He did the same, hands holding a mug that never reached his lips, his food untouched. 

So many things he wanted to say, but he didn’t even know where to begin. He opened his mouth to try but Lucien entered the room, saying his good morning and sitting by her side. He watched as the two talked about what they had planned for the day. 

“Do you know Velaris already?” She shook her head in denial, she hadn't left the house, just to fly with Meraxes and neither of them was even bored to ask if she wanted to meet the city, he felt like a shitty host. “We can go later, I can show you around.”

“That sounds lovely Lucien, thank you.” Lucien was a nice male and she could easily see herself becoming friends with him, her mind drifted to another male who would love to be friends with him. She missed Fenrys. 

A few minutes later the two were ready to leave the house, Lucien offered her his arm and Azriel sat there seething as he watched them walk away arm in arm and talking like old friends. 

Velaris was as beautiful up close as it was from the sky. People greeted him and looked at her curiously, different scents filled the air, music sounded and she couldn’t keep her eyes in just one place, clothes, books, jewellery and every little thing she could see caught her attention. 

“Feyre talked a little about your situation, but how are you feeling about everything?” He asked as they stopped near a river he had told her was called Sidra. 

“It’s so weird when I wake up and it takes a while to realise I’m not home. I feel so lonely all the time, and the idea of nothing going home terrifies me.” He watched her, she was looking as the water kept its daily routine. 

“I lost my home more times than I can count, so if you ever feel like it’s too much, you have a place in the Band of Exiles for you.” She looked up at him. 

“That’s really kind of you.” She smiled at him, the sun coating her skin in a warming glow. “Thank you.” 

They stood there in silence for a couple of minutes, just hearing the sounds around them, a peaceful quietness of people living their lives. Everything was so chaotic and loud for so long, wyverns fighting, Crochans screaming, blood dripping, winds roaring, people dying. It was nice to hear that silence. 

“It’s so peaceful.” She started. “Nothing like where I came from.” Lucien hummed in agreement. 

“Yeah, I understand the feeling.” 

She then shared with him her story, about how the Ironteeth killed the Crochans and how Rhiannon cursed their land and they were forced into exile for 500 years, until the last Crochan queen freed them. How they were raised in violence and savagery, bloodlust warriors that never knew love. 

She didn’t know why, but he had this softness in him, this comforting aura that made her feel comfortable enough to share those things with him, and he just listened attentively, nodding his head and accepting her story. 

Her lips started to form the story of how on her seventeen birthday, when she wasn’t under the protection of the elders anymore, a group of Yellowlegs tried to go for her, they wanted to torture her for fun and to teach her a lesson. How a 5 years older than her Asterin stopped them, doing with them what they planned to do with her. How since then Asterin always looked after her, treating her like a younger sister and how she learned what love was with her. 

Despite everything they were teached, Asterin was kind. She was the force that kept her going, until she wasn’t there anymore to keep her standing. She left out the part about Ruvyn, still too hurt to share this with anyone, her endless shame about how she let him trick her. She also left out the part of where she was forced to help with Asterin’s birth and how she took her stillborn baby away from the Matron’s hands. How she had suffered from that, still carrying the marks of her choices on her skin. 

When she finished, she felt the tears falling, quickly wiping them away, feeling the shame take over her once again. Lucien turned to her fully, his hands grabbing hers in a reassuring grip. 

“You’ve been through so much, you’re so strong and I’m happy I have met you.” He sounded genuine and she could only return that. And then it was his time to tell his story.

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The two of them returned to the house at dinner time, they had talked about their current problems. She shared what she knew about the Valg and he shared about his problems with Koschei and how he wanted to help Vassa out of his spell. 

Koschei’s powers sounded awfully familiar to her, and she had a suspicion that he either was possessed by a Valg, or he was somehow a Valg prince, which would make sense if he was summoning Ridderaks and making spells like the one he did for Vassa. The only part that didn’t make any sense was turning her into a firebird, as valgs weren’t very fond of the element. 

She had asked him to take her to the lake, to see Koschei and investigate the surroundings of his home, anything that could tell her more about him. Lucien had agreed but he was going to talk with Rhysand first to make sure they were all on the same page about their next steps. If her suspicions were correct, she could bet he had a wyrdkey somewhere in that cabin, one that could take her home, if she managed to reopen the gate Aelin closed. 

She had taken Lucien to meet Meraxes before the two went inside, talking about Meraxes taking a look at him and rolling his eyes before he sneezed on top of Lucien. The two laughed as they walked inside, the family once again gathered on the dinner table.

“I see you two had a nice day in town.” Feyre spoke, she looked at the two with a confident gleam, like she knew putting the two together would work. 

“We sure did.” The male agreed while Y/N gave her a thumbs up. 

“How are your ribs?” Nesta asked concerned, she had seen how ugly the wound was. 

“They are better, I have to see that lovely lady again in two days.” Nesta nodded. 

“I’ll go with you.” She offered and Y/N smiled at her, she liked Nesta, despite not spending that much time with her, something about the female made her really fond of her. 

“I appreciate it.” She winked at Nesta. “I can give you a ride.” Cassian growled. 

“My mate just rides me.” The whole table burst out laughing. 

“I’m sure she does, big boy.” Y/N replied and he shook his head in her direction. 

Lucien passed her a goblet of wine, and the two sat together in the remaining seats, plates appearing for them and they started to fill it with food. 

“I decided that we should go to Hewn City in four days.” Rhysand announced and she raised an eyebrow at him. 

“It’s a part of our court, tell you the details later.” Nesta whispered her way. 

“You’re invited to go, we heard of some older books there that could be helpful.” Rhys dipped his chin towards Y/N.

“Yeah, the more we have, the better.” Feyre clapped. 

“Good, Lucien will go as our emissary and you as his companion.” Feyre had already asked him and he was totally fine with that. “We can also enjoy the opportunity to ask Eris if he knows anything about it.” 

“Eris will be there?” Lucien asked. 

“He will, is this okay for you?” Feyre asked with worry. 

“It’s fine Feyre, thank you.” Lucien took a sip of his own wine. “It’s just been a while since I saw him away from Beron, that’s all.” 

“I’ll be there with you, I can scare whoever tries to do anything away.” She clicked her jaw, releasing her teeth and giving him a big smile. Lucien laughed. 

“Thank you.” Someone smashed their glass against the table, and Y/N turned her head to see a very angry Azriel looking at them and a raging Elain. 

“Can we have a talk? In private?” She flared her nose, hands shaking slightly. 

“After dinner I would love to talk to you, but now I’m eating.” Elain started to shake even more, that would be a fun talk. 

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The chill air of the night made her body shiver, she had followed Elain outside, her frame a good amount of inches taller than her, her frame towering Elain’s delicate one. 

“So…” She started with boredom, hands resting on the fence behind her. “What did you want to talk about?” 

“I want you to get away from Lucien.” She ordered, and Y/N felt the urge to laugh. 

“I thought you were Azriel’s girlfriend.” She said, a grin plastered on her face and an eyebrow raised. 

“That doesn’t matter.” Elain marched towards her. “Get away from my mate.” She pointed a finger towards her, poking her chest. Y/N pushed her body away from the fence, standing against Elain.

“First, no.” Elain scoffed. 

“What do you mean no?” 

“Exactly that, no! I need him to help me and I’ll help him with his friend in any way I can, you bubbling with anger and threatening me won’t change that.” She took a step forward, forcing Elain to take one backwards. “And second, don’t play with him, he’s a nice male and doesn’t deserve this kind of shit. Either you dump your little boyfriend and rightfully claim your mate, or you can get the fuck away from him and leave him live his life as he pleases.” 

“Who do you think you are to talk about this?” Elain deflated, her words hitting exactly where they were meant to be. 

“I’m no one.” Y/N turned to walk away from her. “I’m just very good at observation.”

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@kurjaks | continued from here

This was something Lulu had never needed to worry about back in Australia. No one was trying to kill them there, least of all anyone like her. It's not like she was particularly dangerous, anyway.

So when Lulu had some here, and found out how much more indiscriminate people were, she'd decided never to tell anyone.

That was, until about five minutes ago when she'd been startled out of the shift when Kurjak turned up unexpectedly, letting himself in like he owned the place (he might - she had no idea what he did in his off hours). It's a bit pathetic, she'll think when looking back, that she sat on the floor where she'd shifted, pleading "You won't tell a soul?"

The answering indifference had been the best thing he could have said, she thinks. And then the pretty nickname - the sound of which she tried to commit to memory, to go look up later - Lulu was certain she could take him at his word.

"I- thank you. Good." Though Lulu thinks hugging him in gratitude might be overstepping, she picks herself up off the floor anyway. "Bobica." It's a poor imitation of the way he'd pronounced it, her accent butchering the inflection, but she's trying. "What does that mean?"