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Damycles
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Lawrence B. Ellison & LIZZY!
Stare.
Stare.
STARE.
"I still don't have any-"
Lawrence didn't get to finish before he was tackled to the ground and viciously assaulted, his face being the prime target of his assailant's tongue. Partly, he was happy that his shotgun was unloaded beforehand, and partly he was unhappy that the blood that he had just managed to clean off a short time ago was so quickly replaced by slobber. Still, instead of throwing her off immediately he indulged her a bit, with a few scratched behind her ears while she worked the excitement of his her system. Then, thoroughly drenched, he hooked his arm under her and rolled her off of him, before quickly scrambling to his feet.
"All right already! I'm glad to be alive too, give me a minute though."
With that he made his way over to his bed before ripping his torn and bloody shirt off- first using it as a rag for his face- and digging out another nearly identical one and putting it on. Then he replaced the shotgun- thoroughly cleaned during his wait in the hospital- back into the footlocker underneath his bed. Then, satisfied, he turned to his companion once more and let out a small whistle.
"Let's go out."
He didn't even have time to grab his wallet before the dog was out of sight.
It's a dog-eat-everything world.
It had been an hour since he left, wandering around Crimen Culpae 1 with Lizzy trotting behind him. No leash had ever been required for the former stray, it seemed she always kept beside Lawrence when he was out- unless he gave her actual permission to leave. He had settled on one of the many benches lining the streets of the town, fully stretched out on it with Lizzy beside him. In his hand was a fresh cup of coffee, with steam dissipating into the night air. In his other was an object Lizzy desired, at that moment, more than anything else in the world: A stick of cheese.
He had stopped by his usual place, a small shop where the owners never bugged him with too many questions about being a Subnatural. That, to Lawrence, was well worth how overpriced their coffee was for the taste. After taking a sip of his, he broke off half the cheese stick and handed it to Lizzy, who nearly bit his hand in her haste to devour it.
And so he relaxed, trying not to reflect too much on the events of the day. From risking his life, to getting to see Benediction at the end, it had certainly been an eventful one. Lawrence, for one, preferred to live a boring life, but that wasn't exactly an option any more. Instead, he took the time to relax that he could, glancing at the moon above. Someone could look at that moon tonight and not realize people had died, that such a peaceful night for them was stained with blood for others. Lawrence, a year ago, had been one of those people.
It was a shame, that he couldn't ever look up again without thinking of the cost.
A nudge at his hand snapped him back down to earth though, and Lawrence obliged it by tossing the other half of the cheese to Lizzy, who snapped it out of the air with joy. Sometimes he wondered why the two were even together. Then again, he was probably the only one dumb enough not to shoo her off immediately. Dumb, because the look she was giving him at that moment spoke of one thing: Endless hunger. The kind that destroyed a budget.
"Still not satisfied?"
Stare.
Stare.
STARE.
"All right, all right! Let's go find you something else."
And with that the two set off again, with the moon at their backs.