Snippet #1797665

Lucy's sweet smile faltered as the boy continued to stare at her. The center of attention was something the dancer was accustomed to being, especially when others found her mismatched eyed alarming, but this, even for her, was disturbing. It was difficult for her to tell if her words had registered inside the childish boy. Or even more so, she was convincing herself that he was a mute, a fool, a being not worth her time and energy. If she could not get something out of him, then she might as well leave him alone in his silly little world of madness. Lucy sighed unenthusiastically, annoyed at the time she had wasted in her attempt at friendly chatter. However, just as she was about to break the stare when she could no longer take it, a sickening crack sent a ripple through the air.

Lucy shuddered, repulsed by the action as the boy, who now reminded her more of a marionette than a child, seemed to bounce back into life. His idle chatter bored Lucy as she nodded her head understandably, finding the name all too perfect a fit. His words held no meaning for Lucy, and such she was annoyed to be in such a disappointment's path. "saaaaay...wannabefriends?"

Lucy gagged silently at the ridiculous idea of befriending such a disgrace to society. However, a simple smile spread upon her lips as she nodded and held out her hand. "I would love to," she purred, accompanied by a soft chuckle. Now this was something that could benefit the dancer. She suspected it would be rather easy to gain control of the marionette's strings for her own advantage, not to mention the entertainment he could supply her. But most of all, although she refused to admit this in the situation, something about Looney made her curious. Not curious, but, rather, frustrated. She was trapped inside the torment that she should be remembering something, but did not have the faintest idea of what the memory could be. This annoyed her greatly, fearing it could be a sign of losing control. Lucy shrugged this off, decided that eventually it would come to her. "Looney then, is it?" she said with a smile, eyes reflecting only kindness rather than manipulation. "I think we will become very good friends. Very good indeed," she said.