Re: sushi-time: adrian, patrick, lou
The way Lou thought about it, when she'd been thinking about it was it was kind of like a jigsaw. The old kind, stuffed behind a couch or in a closet or something, the kind her grandma had kept for dead Sunday afternoons (when Lou couldn't get at the drinks cabinet). The ones with pieces missing and the picture on the box scratched up. Patrick was a piece, and Adrian was a piece and Lou prioritised the dark haired kid fitting better than the blond. It wasn't necessary to get ruthless about it, because the boys played nicely, as far as Lou could see. But blood instinctively was more important than it had been when young.
"You're both babies," she said with a cracked smile in Adrian's direction, "But he's right, kid. We all got a voice, and if we want to be nice, I'm going to try real hard to play ball but I like straight-shooting." This was unashamed, and she looked at the kid as he talked about a school for magical fucks like Lou knew one magical fuck from another. The only experience she had of those was a lot more metaphorical on the magic, and she shuffled the steak-stuff onto her plate, and began to eat.
"You scoping out the guy a good idea if you're the kind he hunts?" It wasn't gentle, but Lou wasn't all that gentle. She didn't have the patience. "It bothers me any time someone's hunting. It doesn't matter who and it doesn't matter what you call it. If they're looking for people who are doing what comes naturally, it looks like hunting. Even if you have a guy who isn't into bloodsports.