There is a boy sniffing around the hotel. He looks a little unsure, a little awkward on his feet, but he's still poking around all the same
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Penny's been watching the boy from across the room for awhile now. She was never very good with children (something Desmond used to mock her mercilessly about), but this boy seems different.
And really, she's of a very curious nature anyway.
"Something wrong, love?" She asks, approaching cautiously. "Do you need help finding something?"
Because she's good at that, apparently. Very good.
He had heard her approaching but paid no mind, she didn't smell right, like the person he was looking for, so he didn't anticipate having to interact with her.
Not that he minded of course.
Looking to her, he tilts his head to the side just slightly as he thinks of what to do, the proper words to say and so forth.
"Nothing wrong," he replies slowly. His voice is soft and a little horse, as if he hadn't used it in quite some time. "Just lookin' for someone. A man, he doesn't smell like you though..."
She pauses for a moment before laughing a little, because she isn’t quite capable of grasping what smell has to do with this. “Well... I suppose he wouldn’t,” she replies a little awkwardly.
“What’s your name?” She asks after a moment, because she's intrigued by the boy and she doesn't quite know why.
"He smells like cigarettes and pine and old things." Closing his eyes, he sniffs again. "You don't smell like that, you smell nicer."
There's a moment of silence as he considers her question. He knows what he's supposed to do but he instead tilts his head upward, showing off an old leather collar with a silver dog tag.
If she looks closely, she'll find that it reads 'Grover'.
The pet earns a wide grin. Pets are good, no matter what he's like.
"I did," he replies proudly. "N' I'm supposed to ask you if we can stay here for a while. N' tell you about..." he stops, looking around for a moment before he leans in and whispers in the older one's hear.
"S'posed to tell you about the demons. Toby says y'prolly already know but we wanted to tell you 'nyway, cause they're talkin' about it all over the place, even back home."
Lavendar happens to be skipping right back into the Hotel after taking a few hours to play with some of her friends in the park. So she looks a little windswept, really, hair messy and the many ribbons she wears tangled.
She actually bumps into him, because she's very busy laughing and spinning around, so the narration apologizes.
"Ooops! I'm sorry, are you okay?" Her voice is concerned and sweet, smile soft. She's even a little surprised to see it's a youngster that she's pumelled. "I didn't mean to bump into you... I was being silly."
"N'worries, miss," he replies. He's a pretty easy-going pup, getting run into once isn't going to throw him off that much. Besides, it isn't as if his Toby doesn't run into him a lot. Or get tangled in his leash. Or drip over him....
"Y'okay," he asks with a tilt of his head. He asks partly because of the way they met and partly because, even though she looks pretty happy, the disheveled look makes him wonder.
Nodding, Lavendar looks down to the boy, smiling widly. "Oh, I'm fine. Just been running around outside. S'nice and cool and windy... I was playing in the park."
Her eyes catch glimpse of the collar at his neck and her expression falls into one of great curiosity. "Grover? Is that your name?" Bright smile, "I'm Lavendar."
Don't mind if he perks up a little at the mention of a park. Since they'd arrived, Grover hasn't had the chance to run around like he used to and in this skin? He needs to run around, just a little.
"I like barks," he informs with a bright, hopeful smile. "Haven't been to one in a long long time but I like them a lot."
At the mention of his collar, he tilts his head back to show it off. "That's a nice name," he replies when she tells him hers. "I like how it sounds."
"Can I help you?" says the bellboy, though with that amused grin and the bits of hair falling in his face, it's hard for him to look official. On top of that, he smells like dirt, and not nice hotel smells. It's odd.
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And really, she's of a very curious nature anyway.
"Something wrong, love?" She asks, approaching cautiously. "Do you need help finding something?"
Because she's good at that, apparently. Very good.
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Not that he minded of course.
Looking to her, he tilts his head to the side just slightly as he thinks of what to do, the proper words to say and so forth.
"Nothing wrong," he replies slowly. His voice is soft and a little horse, as if he hadn't used it in quite some time. "Just lookin' for someone. A man, he doesn't smell like you though..."
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“What’s your name?” She asks after a moment, because she's intrigued by the boy and she doesn't quite know why.
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There's a moment of silence as he considers her question. He knows what he's supposed to do but he instead tilts his head upward, showing off an old leather collar with a silver dog tag.
If she looks closely, she'll find that it reads 'Grover'.
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He sends the boy-dog, a smile.
"Looking for me, Grover?"
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Sniffing the air a moment, he walks up to him. "You," he starts. "You're the cigarette man. M'supposed to find you."
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"Well, you've found me." He pats the boy's shoulder, gently. "What's next?"
Sometimes he likes to ask questions. Even when he, already, knows the answers.
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"I did," he replies proudly. "N' I'm supposed to ask you if we can stay here for a while. N' tell you about..." he stops, looking around for a moment before he leans in and whispers in the older one's hear.
"S'posed to tell you about the demons. Toby says y'prolly already know but we wanted to tell you 'nyway, cause they're talkin' about it all over the place, even back home."
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She actually bumps into him, because she's very busy laughing and spinning around, so the narration apologizes.
"Ooops! I'm sorry, are you okay?" Her voice is concerned and sweet, smile soft. She's even a little surprised to see it's a youngster that she's pumelled. "I didn't mean to bump into you... I was being silly."
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"N'worries, miss," he replies. He's a pretty easy-going pup, getting run into once isn't going to throw him off that much. Besides, it isn't as if his Toby doesn't run into him a lot. Or get tangled in his leash. Or drip over him....
"Y'okay," he asks with a tilt of his head. He asks partly because of the way they met and partly because, even though she looks pretty happy, the disheveled look makes him wonder.
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Her eyes catch glimpse of the collar at his neck and her expression falls into one of great curiosity. "Grover? Is that your name?" Bright smile, "I'm Lavendar."
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"I like barks," he informs with a bright, hopeful smile. "Haven't been to one in a long long time but I like them a lot."
At the mention of his collar, he tilts his head back to show it off. "That's a nice name," he replies when she tells him hers. "I like how it sounds."
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"Lookin' for someone," he finally decides to inform, his eyes trying to focus on something that's not this strange dirt man.
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"Oh, really? Maybe I can help you with that."
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