lostcarnival | Bored as always.

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Bored as always.

Who: Lucifer and OPEN
What: Exploring the carnival and probably annoying strangers.
When: Day 95
Where: Gamer's Circle, and anywhere you want him to bump into you
Warnings: None yet.

After a brief mishap with a malfunctioning Ferris wheel, Lucifer found himself flying away from the contraption and landing by the entrance of the circus. He folded his wings firmly behind his back, checking around him to make sure he wouldn't get into trouble for exiting a ride in what was probably considered an "unsafe way."

Granted, to him, staying on a rickety, broken-down Ferris wheel was far more unsafe than flying away from it before it collapsed.

Being interested in what was going on around him was a bit new to him. What was even worse was the fact he was actually a little overwhelmed by all the sights to be seen. The demon world didn't have anything like this, and angels would have turned up their noses at such mindless...fun. And the human world? Lucifer had gotten to see very little of that.

He wandered around Gamer's Circle, not participating in any of the games himself, but watching others do so and wondering if this was truly supposed to be more entertaining than video games.

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"Too bad you can't reprogram him not to bite. ...I think he's hungry, though. He kept trying to eat my pockets."

It was cute, in a bizarre ghost snitch way.

"You called him Timcanpy, right?" His eyes sized Allen up, and not at all discreetly. He wasn't particularly paranoid, and it wasn't as though he didn't trust him. It was more that he didn't trust the ghost snitch.

"Tim's always hungry," Allen said, as he played keep-away-the-cotton-candy from the golem. "He'll be fine."

The blatant disregard for Timcanpy's hunger came from a place of love, really. Allen, on his part, assumed the stranger's suspicion was directed toward himself, but it didn't show much. He was used to that.

He smiled brightly. "I'm Allen Walker, by the way."

He hesitated. This wasn't Japan. He didn't have to use his alias here, did he? "I'm Lucifer." He stared at Timcanpy. "So... He eats. But he isn't alive. Does he convert what he eats into...fuel? Or... ...Yeah no I still have no idea what the hell he is."

Only that it tried to bite him.

"I think the food just . . . disappears." Allen's eyes took on a faraway glaze. He tried not to think about how Cross Marian did what he did. Timcanpy's creation was a mystery. "All that wasted food . . ."

Wait. A bolt ran through Allen's spine. Did he say his name was Lucifer????

It had to be a fad or something. His parents had a strange sense of humor. Yes. Of course. The wings were most likely a change brought on by the Carnival.

Moving on!!! Allen tore a chunk from his cotton candy lump and offered it to Lucifer. Don't worry, he was wearing gloves. "Here. Try feeding him."

"He's gonna bite my fingers clean off, isn't he?" Lucifer all but whined, but he took the fairy floss all the same and offered it to the ghost snitch. "What is this stuff, anyway?"

And why did Allen have a colossal tower of it?

Timcanpy's great maw opened until it was one-third mouth, then clamped shut around the sweet cloud.

The golem pulled away, only to reveal . . . that somehow, Lucifer's fingers survived. Only the smallest tuft still held strong between his digits. Timcanpy actually chewed, sparkles glinting happily about him.

"Cotton candy," Allen explained. "It doesn't fill you, but it's sweet." He took a gigantic bite out of the side of his colossal tower, making it the leaning tower of missing-piece-a. It melted on his tongue nigh instantaneously, and it was with a sticky mouth that he continued, "Do you want some?"

Lucifer cringed, but relaxed when he realized there was no pain, and that his fingers were still intact. "Very weird..."

He looked up at the shaking tower of cotton candy. "You realize that if that falls, it's gonna be a real mess, right? But yeah, okay. Sure."

Someone was. Offering him food? It. What? What.

Seemingly oblivious to Lucifer's confusion, Allen turned back to the sweets seller. "One more cone of cotton candy, please."

After trading a trinket for the treat, he turned back to Lucifer and offered the cone. It was a much more modest pile than his own, a baby blue rather than vibrant pink.

Sharing his own food was a big deal, but treating someone was an entirely different matter. To him, this was no big deal.

"Here, try it."

Lucifer took it uncertainly, staring hard at it. "It doesn't even look like food," he sighed, carving a piece of it out with his finger. He popped the fluffball into his mouth, and his eyes widening as it melted on his tongue. "Dude. What. The. Hell."

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Allen grinned. "It's good, right? It's practically pure sugar." He said this as if it was a culinary marvel. "I like the pink ones more, though."

"It's good. It's sweet." Lucifer grinned sheepishly, his lengthened eye teeth making their first real appearance. "Not gonna lie, I thought you were fucking with me when you said it was made of cotton. I thought you were serious about the "cotton" and not the "candy.""

He chuckled lightly. "That would've been a surprise. It's also called candy floss, if you prefer. But no, I never joke about food."

Ever.

"Whoever made this stuff had too much fun naming it after shit that isn't edible," Lucifer pointed out, using his fingers to eat it rather than biting it directly. As he relaxed, his wings spread behind him, and his posture changed to reflect that he was no longer quite so suspicious of the little candy-eating ghost snitch. "Thanks."

Success! Allen relaxed a tad, himself, shoulders slacking, though his gaze lingered on those wings for a beat too long. "No problem. You should try more of the food around here. Caramel apples, funnel cake . . . The chocolate mice are my favorite."

"Please tell me "chocolate mice" are like cotton candy in that only the edible part is um... edible?" Lucifer had never been one of the demons who liked eating disturbing things. If Allen's chocolate mice were literally just mice drowned in chocolate, he didn't want any. "Caramel apples and funnel cake sound good, though."

More sticky fingers, digging into the cotton candy. Allen's tower was huge comparatively, yet Lucifer's seemed to go on forever.

"The chocolate mice are completely mice-free, trust me," Allen said, amused. "They're small, mouse-shaped chocolates with licorice tails."

If Lucifer was truly a veteran here at the Carnival, as his wings would suggest, he would have known this. Wouldn't he have at least tried something during his first year here? Either he was a shut-in, or he was new.

Either way, everyone deserved to eat delicious food, and the evening was young. Allen jut his chin down the path to the other shops. "Come on, it's this way."

He ate as they walked, taking out half the top of his mountain in one bite. By the time they got there, Allen was without any fairy floss, and there was no line for the apples and funnel cake. The carnival was between performances, this being their week off, so the only ones milling about were other bored workers. Lucky them.

"You order the funnel cake and candy apples. I'll grab the chocolate mice."

"Licorice is totes gross, dude. I barely ever eat sweets" liar liar pants on hellfire "but even my limited access to them knows licorice is gross."

He complained as he kept pace with Allen, which was less intimidating than it may have been if Allen was taller. Lucifer sensed a weird, chaotic energy within him, but the kid was genial enough, and without Satan here, Lucifer could...

...He could really do anything he wanted, couldn't he?

Smirking, Lucifer agreed to do as Allen said, and went to the vendors with intent to feast on anything he wanted without Alciel over his shoulder to tell him otherwise.

It took hardly any time at all for Allen to return, which should have been a surprise: he had so many treats spilling out from his arms, he brought a basket. Dozens of chocolate mice of every type with red licorice tails, a corn dog, two fried bananas on sticks drenched in chocolate, churros, another stick of fairy floss with something dark vaguely visible in the center . . . and strange flat pastries loaded with an endless variety of toppings. Those were countless.

Timcanpy carried the rest, meaning he was already halfway through Allen's corn dog, devouring stick and all.

Allen grinned like he just robbed a bank. "Pick your poison."

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"D-dude, sit down with all that. How could you even afford--" No. NO. He was NOT doing this. "...I ain't walkin' with all this. Sit and... ...Y-you gotta explain to me what like half of this even is."

But it all looked amazing. Except for one thing.

"Oh, and Tim's eatin' your um. Bread. Thing."

Allen's attention snapped to Tim, and he gasped, betrayed. "TIM!" He struggled with the golem, pulling at the stick and tugging his dumb wings, his basket and freshly spun fairy floss precariously balanced in his one arm. All that precious food could spill to the floor at any moment--!

Finally, he huffed. "Fine. Keep it. Jerk." Then, still preoccupied with glaring at Timcanpy, he said to Lucifer, "There are tables at the Cookhouse. Through Gamer's Circle, North."

"Here, let me."

Food. That was the only reason he was offering to help, Allen. Don't get any ideas.

"And yeah, I know. Here, give me whatever you're afraid Tim will eat. I'll just meet you over there."

Allen shoved the entire basket in Lucifer's hands without any thought as to how Lucifer planned to get there before him. His entire disposition switched to that of a soldier with a mission. Food was serious business, and he had to trust his fellow soldier in the fight for good eats.

"See you, then. And YOU--" The second part was directed at the golem as Allen snatched Tim by the tail. "You come with me."

Timcanpy flailed wildly, like a fish at the end of the line.

"Cool. See you there, then. Make sure Tim doesn't try and follow me, okay?"

He spread his wings, and one flap was enough to lift him into the air. His small size seemed irrelevant now as his wings fully extended. He held their food close, the precious cargo that it was, and was gone without another word.

As he'd implied, he got to the Cookhouse tables before Allen, and set up their food as he waited. Baffled by the spread, he picked a piece off of one of the flat pastries and ate it, making a soft, contented noise as he did so. He wasn't so much of a jerk that he'd eat all the food without Allen, but yeah, that pastry was his now.

Surprise hits Allen square in the face as he watched Lucifer fly off, a little awed at the sight. Well. Those wings certainly weren't for show, and Lucifer wasn't a veteran. Was he actually some dimension's version of Lucifer?

Wait a minute. He had his food! Allen took off after him, Timcanpy flailing in the wind behind him. He was rather fast on his feet, though, even without Crown Clown's help. He skidded to a halt at their table, panting, snatched up a chocolate mouse, and popped the entire thing in his mouth.

"Hi," he said on exhale, smiling.

"Yo," Lucifer replied, munching at the pastry and leaning back heavily on his hand. Thoroughly relaxed, his wings extended a bit of a ways behind him, which would have been problematic if there was a lot of foot traffic. Luckily, there didn't seem to be, and so he lounged, feasting on the variety of treats.

"What is this thing, by the way? It's like a doughnut or something but it's even better. And easier to eat."

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