Lochlann did not like boys.
Maybe it was a territorial thing. Maybe it was a sex thing. He didn't know. He didn't think about it, or think about why it was that he had no male friends and only hung out with women who were at risk for being eaten by him. Lochlann did not think about any of these things.
When Lonan helped him to his feet, Lochlann swayed like a palm tree in a tropical storm. He needed the other boy's support as they started towards the pizzeria.
"I'm not a flute," Lochlann managed an indigant slur. He blinked at the door, squinted, and read the sign. Push.
Lochlann pulled it just to be sure it wasn't messing with him, and then gave a push and stumbled into the building with Lonan.
"Table for twoooooo," he said. "For Me and Mr. Pooky-pants. He was a horse and now he has pants."
He was not clear who he was talking to, but a confused looking waitress led them to a booth and Lochlann collapsed onto the seat.
"I will have a dr.pepper, please," Lochlann slurred. "And Pookay wants something gross. He's getting grass. Do you even serve grass--oh you do. Well that makes sense. Magical island and alll."
He looked at lonan, or the space he was certain lonan's face would be if there wasn't three of him in Lochlann's vision.
"You're really going to eat grass?" Lochlann asked Lonan. "WHy would you eat grass when you're also a person?"
Maybe it was a territorial thing. Maybe it was a sex thing. He didn't know. He didn't think about it, or think about why it was that he had no male friends and only hung out with women who were at risk for being eaten by him. Lochlann did not think about any of these things.
When Lonan helped him to his feet, Lochlann swayed like a palm tree in a tropical storm. He needed the other boy's support as they started towards the pizzeria.
"I'm not a flute," Lochlann managed an indigant slur. He blinked at the door, squinted, and read the sign. Push.
Lochlann pulled it just to be sure it wasn't messing with him, and then gave a push and stumbled into the building with Lonan.
"Table for twoooooo," he said. "For Me and Mr. Pooky-pants. He was a horse and now he has pants."
He was not clear who he was talking to, but a confused looking waitress led them to a booth and Lochlann collapsed onto the seat.
"I will have a dr.pepper, please," Lochlann slurred. "And Pookay wants something gross. He's getting grass. Do you even serve grass--oh you do. Well that makes sense. Magical island and alll."
He looked at lonan, or the space he was certain lonan's face would be if there wasn't three of him in Lochlann's vision.
"You're really going to eat grass?" Lochlann asked Lonan. "WHy would you eat grass when you're also a person?"