#musing-asylum

     "To make things perfectly clear, I DON'T need a bodyguard." Lewis states bitterly. "I don't care what job description Mum sent to you. You can 'guard' me from people trying to get pictures, but that's it."      The formerly cheerful and charismatic model has now been reduced to a hoodie-and-sweatpants wearing invalid while he gets used to his new leg prosthetic. And the LAST thing he wants is for someone to recognize him and try to make headlines out of it. He's done a good job of hiding from the public so far. This is one of the few times this week he has left the mansion.      "We're just shopping, so I doubt anything crazy will happen. Most you'll be doing is... carrying bags, probably."

Grunting, Lambo tried again to slip his hand away from the handcuff on his wrist. Giving up before he exploded. “Why do you have handcuffs with you? Or better yet, how did you lost the key?” He looks down at the handcuffs that links him to the other person.

    “I’m cute but deadly! I can beat you in a fight with my paws tied behind my back! But I don’t want to fight today, just cleaned!”

“Whoa this place has white chocolate with hazelnut syrup?!” he exclaimed a bit loudly and costumers turned to stare at him, he blushed and bowed his head apologizing.

“I’m okay…”

            Arlo did not want to be doing this. No, this was equal to bullshit. Here he stood out in front of a well known bakery with a sample platter. He had to be approachable and full of smiles but honestly, he'd rather be dead. Why would they put him out front, anyway? With his appearance and all. He supposed because his face was good looking. "Hi, would you like to try Booni's new holiday treats?" Cue the best forced smile he could manage.

Intently stares at the person, hoping they won't notice how he's interested to approach the.