cellophane flowers of yellow & green Who: Slevin & Allegra Where: Scarlet Oak Community Park When: Noon-ish
‘Let me oooout.’
No. No, Slevin did not think that would be happening somehow. There were two perfectly logical reasons for this, really. The first being that it was raining and he had not brought anything resembling an umbrella; experience told him that getting wet and Boo were not necessarily friends. The second was that the elemental very much doubted that Scarlet Oak was currently, or would ever be ready for his familiar. Besides which, it might be bloody scorching outside, but this was not the Serengeti – ‘Thought you said I was from the Congo?’ – and while Slevin usually had the patience of a saint when it came to his lion cub attachment, he did not currently have the patience to put up with the cub’s ego. His apex predator attitude would not quite work in Scarlet Oak Community Park and most humans’ reactions to him – from the belief that he was like a really big and fuzzy kitten – was hilariously misguided. Throw in enough fluff and how quickly they forgot about the claws and teeth. And the obsession with baths.
Speaking of, a shower was going to be a fundamental necessity when he got back to the hotel. Unless the rain washed him off first. Slevin had barely reached the greenery – the real greenery, not the sorry excuse for a giant flower bed that had been at the last pit-stop before they reached town – and he was already feeling like he had missed too many showers. Not that the subject held his mind for very long. It all-but flew out of the metaphorical window, held onto only by Boo because the little lion had no idea what had thrown his ward for a loop. Well, except for the fact it was a thing he had seen and he wanted to see too. Slevin was just staring. He had seen a lot of weird shit in his time. Much of it had, somehow, been related to the bunch of miscreants he currently spent his time with. Most of it was probably down to Ice and Teddy, since he classed magic-mojo and techno-mojo both as weird as each other. Flirting with someone older than your grandmother? That was weird shit too.
This? This. Was fucking impossible. Rainbow plants and pink-and-blue tiger-print leaves just did not exist. Except he was looking at them. He could not claim his element was rejecting them at all, either. They felt perfectly normal. They were plants. They just looked…
‘Let me oooout!’ There was a hard bounce in Slevin’s bergen and he felt what he suspected might be Boo’s head collide with his spine. ‘I wanna see, Slevin. I wanna!’ This was, as far as the elemental could see, the biggest downside to having a child as a familiar. They acted like one. ‘Mean.’ All the more reason for him not to let the cub out, really. It wasn’t as though he was at risk of over-heating; he had positioned himself on top of the cooler that was keeping the water cold. He was taking the bergen off his back, though. Resting it against his legs and ignoring the wrestling coming from inside, he toyed with the stalks of a few plants before breaking them away and storing them in one of the large side-pockets to be thrust at Ice later. Assuming he couldn’t drag the witch down here entirely. From the other side-pocket he retrieved his camera and snapped a few shots before staring into the viewfinder. He was seeing this, he was not imagining it... Unless Ice had done something.