#terrou

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Toulouse had grown bored and restless since the holidays had come and gone. With his sister’s embarrassing antics, Lou was just glad he could escape into his brother’s wedding planning. Though, to be frank, he only enjoyed that half as much, as trying to get anything out of Berlioz was like pulling teeth and Simba had terrible taste in just about everything.

(Who was going to take them seriously with a waffle maker at their reception? Honestly.) 

Chapter Three did not make him less restless, but at the very least, he could escape into books--or bother Hades or hang out with Opal. Which lead to about the same levels of distraction for brief amounts of time to be considered worth something. 

Today had been a bother-Hades kind of day, but Hades had popped down to Town Hall to sort something or another out (Lou had stopped listening at “I have to pop down to Town Hall” and began pouting somewhere around “to sort out...”) Now, Lou was in charge of manning the counter. Which was dreadfully boring.

He was, actually, instead, idly cutting out an intricate paper snowflake from printer paper. (A mess Hades would probably fuss at him to clean up when he returned.) 

The bell above the door chimed and Lou’s eyes flicked up, eyebrows raising at the face, which he actually recognized.