Luke King (notanecromancer) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-17 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | cece disilva, lucas king, ongoing, player: lyddia |
Soul Food
After his disasterous visit to the grocery store the day before, Luke had decided that in order to feed himself adequately for the day he was going to go out. He made sure to have enough cash on him to sink a small battleship (and whilst he woudln't ordinarily walk around with that much money on him he was feeling paranoid and was more than capable of taking care of himself thankyouverymuch should the need arise). He'd swung into the bakery first thing but hadn't managed to catch Shara, so he'd have to go back at another time, but the cake-for-breakfast that he'd scoffed down as he wandered along the beach had just about worn off, and it was more than appropriate that he head for something a bit more substantial for a late-lunch-slash-dinner.
Pub food was appealing as was literally any type of food he could think of right now as his stomach rumbled away. Normally, over the past year, when he'd been indecisive he'd just looked for a lost soul to talk to and bounce ideas off like a lunatic talking to himself, asking the dead for advice on what to eat. Having been in big cities for the past twelve months it was weird for Luke to be at peace, for nothing to be edging on the corners of his vision, nothing tugging at him for attention. No ghosts pounding on the edge of his consciousness and screaming at him to pay attention to them as their faces contorted into grim, ghoulish depictions of how they died. He'd found the work he was doing with Max worthwhile and he'd felt vindicated with his abilities in doing so but at the same time, he liked the comparative peace of home and the lack of expectations on his shoulders. That was a big one, no one expecting him to solve the cold case of the murder of a five-year-old asking him to touch things from the crime scene just in case. Ugh. He gave a full body shudder and turned the corner, eyes falling on the pizzeria. Pizza. There was a cure for what ailed you. He tugged his jacket tighter around himself, collar flipped up against the chilly sea breeze and headed into Vinny's, bombarded by the smell and sounds of a busy restaurant almost immediately. He rubbed at the side of his face and took a deep breath, intending on ordering to go when he saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly torn between ordering and helping himself to a seat opposite her, Luke stood awkwardly for a moment before he just took a breath and headed over. He couldn't avoid people forever and since he was home he really had to start making an effort to reconnect with his friends and the other people he cared about that didn't fall into the 'friend' category, but were probably closer to 'family'. It took a village, after all. Clearing his throat as he approached, Luke tapped two long fingers on the table and then gave Cece a little wave. "Mind if I join you?" |