#musingasylum

     "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."

The place seemed empty, then again, he did arrive early. So he steps further and heads to the counter, looking about for someone. 

“ Hm, I detect you may inquired assistance, I presumed? Could you state it? “

    “I already know I’m going to hell,” he told the man with a wide grin. Even if the stories happened to be true of what Hell was like, Dazai didn’t fear it. He knew his sins and he knew what he had to repent for. Perhaps, at least Hell would offer a new challenge? He’d like to find out. 

The cat spoke as she fixed her skirt a bit, the other ran into her and was yelling at her and demanding compensation. Seriously, who did this person think they were. Sighing softly, she shook her head and then played with her hair. She wore a bored expression as she was trying to calm the situation herself. Why were humans so annoying? Why did they get so angry over a split drink on their clothes? “You are causing quite a commotion, why don’t you just leave with the sorry and go somewhere else. I have no money to pay you with and I do not enjoy all these people staring.” Looking around, she sighed and shook her head once more. Seriously, could someone probably help calm this fire?

   “Point my height one more time and I won’t be responsible for what is gonna happen to you!”

Ah, hello, wonderful evening isn’t it?” It really was one of the more exceptional ones for Lucas too, the air was clear, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The light from the city blocked any starts, but the glittering lights from the city were all the starts he needs for the night. Now hopefully everything was just lovely enough that no one would question how or why he is on top of their roof.

He hadn’t known if he had actually done something wrong, but a stranger had just dumped a drink on his head and he certainly had no idea what was going on anymore.