Leaving the apartment block, Lucci took a quick sweep of the surrounding area, spotting the retreating blonde just down the way, the pavement wasn’t exactly crowded either, so the grumpy gait he’d adopted was pretty obvious to the officer.
He didnt take much notice of the pleased feeling that gave him, a snort of laughter escaping him before he began his trek in the opposite direction towards the local Chinese.
Whether or not he’d be seeing the blonde again was uncertain, however he most definitely wasn’t inclined to sharing.
A weight on his left shoulder was what brought him out of his thought process, a soft questioning coo beside his ear which had him reaching into his pocket for the pack of sunflower seeds he kept for this insanely trusting pigeon. He’d been seeing this little guy a lot lately, pure white, possibly part dove considering how well behaved he was, always happy to see those seeds Lucci had taken to keeping with him, and always happy to receive the soft rubs to his wings whenever he showed up on his balcony.
He only seemed to leave him be when indoors or at work… really Lucci wouldn’t mind having him around but Paka wasn’t necessarily trust worthy with birds, and since they were high up, he didnt want his extremely expensive cat jumping off the balcony after him.
The bird was quick to scatter during his trip into the takeaway, waiting atop the door hang for him to come back out again. He’d yet to actually tell Monet about his little hitch hiker, sure the bird had made an appearance once or twice on his balcony but he hadn’t told her the thing was practically stalking him. Maybe she could take him in? He seemed tame… far too trusting of humans to be born wild.
Warm bag in hand, other casually feeding his feathered friend sunflower seeds as he walked back to the apartment building, the bird disappeared once again when he neared it, if only he’d go inside…
Lucci waited for about 5 minutes before entering the elevator, it’d been just about enough time for her to get dried and dressed, no repeat of last time thank you very much, whether he’d denied it or not it’d been awkward for hours last time. Up to the top floor, bee line to her apartment his arrival announced only by
“I’m being stalked by a pigeon.“ No time like the present.
A small laughter left her. That had to be the weirdest thing he ever said to greet her.
— ❝ Being stalked? What on earth…❞
She smiled, amused, whilst she reached for the plates, teal porcelain plates because she just couldn’t have the normal white ones. She displayed two large trays made of dark wood to take all the food to Lucci’s apartment. Monet reached out for the bag of chinese food before he attempted to help her. The unspoken deal was clear. He went to the restaurant to get the food and she prepared it in plates, independently of where they had lunch or dinner that day. That was the reason why Lucci’s dinnerware had been barely used since they found out they got along wonderfully.
— ❝ Is it a normal pigeon? Maybe someone lost it and you look exactly like its former owner…❞
The idea of Lucci with a pigeon following him in the streets was pretty funny in her head. Next time she’d consider stalking from the window. The food was promptly served on the plates. Monet put a glass of fine crystal on each tray.
— ❝ Yesterday I was gifted with a very good Merlôt that I’m sure you’d appreciate.❞
He brought a nice dinner for a fine wine, so it was just natural to offer.
— ❝ I do have Chardonnay too.❞
She uttered, thinking about the wines she had at home. She probably had also a Cabernet Sauvignon if he didn’t like Merlôt too much.
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