Re: log: jude/louis
He had regulars. Oh that was charming, and entirely fit with the newly composed world view Jude was busily drawing together of the man at the end of the street, related to the equally charming lady of the arts. He hadn't thought there would be regulars. He'd imagined -- not languishing exactly, because he was rapidly discerning Louis wasn't languishment material -- but at least then far more of the book and the tea than the rest.
Jude watched, fascinated at the byplay between the two people, and he grinned affectionate amusement for the picture painted. "Oliver would paint it. Probably to a wall, or some furniture, and he'd forget to feed it. I wouldn't let it sleep, or sit still, we'd be off on adventure and forget something materially essential. Can't be trusted," he said solemnly, with utter untruth. Boys were left with boys, where Jude and Oliver came from.
Louis's voice sliced through quiet with absolute pith, and it was so unalike the bouncy verve of his sibling that you had to wonder, really. "Does next door's cat put up much of a protest? Or are you reliant on the exotic types to resist arrest? If you ever get out of touch, willing volunteer yours ever truly. I've never been arrested," Jude said wonderingly.