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Jan 17, 2012 14:18

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notyourfred January 18 2012, 01:59:32 UTC
Alex clings to Lucas's hand as they pass through an unfamiliar doorway, into an oddly familiar London. The scent of chips fills the air and the butterflies swirl around him as they make their way toward it.

He glances at Lucas, managing a smile. A nod. "Just chips though. Thanks..." He bites at his lip, watching the grungy fellow behind the cart begin to fill a folded paper cone with them.

The butterflies are still here, darting to and fro, and Alex turns, distracted by them for a moment.

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surface_level January 18 2012, 03:36:33 UTC
He digs into his pocket to pull out filthy coins and bills to pay, then hands the chips to Alex, frowning a bit with concern.

"Alexi."

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notyourfred January 18 2012, 12:22:15 UTC
He's enchanted by gossamer wings and the whisper they make, even in the noise of this gritty city, but Lucas's voice cuts through the haze.

"Mmm. Yes?" He takes the chips, hugging them to himself like a child, blinking at Lucas.

The potions he's layered ebb and flow, leaving him pleasantly dazed and deliciously high. The salty scent of food catches his attention and he breaks off a bit, burning his tongue as he eats it.

"So good. Have some."

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surface_level January 18 2012, 16:24:28 UTC
Once he takes the chips, Lucas leads him to a bench a few meters away from the cart so that they don't draw unnecessary attention. He glances toward the chips and then away. It is unnerving, how much Alex does not know. The coma, the bullet wound, Vadim's death, the possession, the contract... the issues with eating which are not hidden behind morphine levels now. He has been better about eating now but the situation is too strange for him to be able to feign an appetite. He shakes his head once but puts his hand over Alex's protectiively.

"Do not eat quickly. It will be too hot."

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