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WHO: Lucy Stillman
WHERE: Behind the inn (near the school) & later on Desmond's
WHEN: February 14
OPEN TO: Frank Castle, Desmond Miles
WARNINGS: (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering)

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Lucy didn't have a single clue on what to feed a puppy in a place that didn't already have dog or puppy chow available. There weren't any supermarkets around, she couldn't simply walk over and grab a bag off a shelf and dump the cost on a plastic card. When hotdog had told her that they had recipes they could share, that alone told her that she would be getting her hands dirty cooking up puppy meals.

And speaking of puppies—who thought it was a good idea to put something so small into a box and give it to her? She was trying to fix herself, wasn't that the more important first step to take? Why throw a puppy in the mix? And also baby chicks? This had to be a joke.

Thankfully the boxes were deep enough that she could fold up a pillow case and line the bottom to make it more comfortable for them, leaving the six to cheep cheep within. Lucy wouldn't have to worry about them getting out and wreaking havoc on the furniture. This puppy on the other hand? It liked to wiggle a lot in her arms as she was making her way along the snowy path, her black pack over a shoulder. At least he was small, small and had a thick coat to fight off the cold.

What had he said? Behind the inn and near the school, something about a big 6 on the side and a bunch of animals outside. It shouldn't be too hard to miss.

"Hello?" she was calling out as she approached, the puppy barking in her arms as if to also announce himself.


After spending a few moments with Frank and letting him have some time to see her new little furry companion, a stop in at the Inn was quickly needed to pick up some sandwiches (it seemed like a routine whenever she was going to see him) and Lucy made her way down the path to where Desmond's house was situated. The puppy was calmer now, enjoying the snow and trying to eat it, which was fine with her as she was watching him the entire time to make sure he didn't pick up anything. Surprisingly he hadn't fought with the leash, though at first he hadn't quite understood why he couldn't run off ahead of her but he'd caught on quick.

Going over to visit, was it the right thing to do? They'd had their time apart since returning home weeks ago, she'd kept to herself most of the time, when she wasn't sitting and talking with Ezio. Lucy still wasn't sure if telling him who she really was had been such a good idea, but perhaps it had been for the best; she'd had to tell someone, and after he'd seen what he'd seen at the shrine, after he'd assumed the worst and had pulled her from the tub at home, some part of her had figured he deserved an explanation for her behavior. For whatever was going on between her and Desmond.

It was on her terms that she was speaking up. Choosing to speak to one of the greatest Mentors the Brotherhood had ever had, telling her story, it was a big step in the fact that the Mentors she was familiar with hadn't been the greatest. They'd been assholes, on both sides, Bill more than anything as he'd had a hand in training her her entire life. This Ezio was younger, much younger, he wasn't old and wise, and yet he had... handled her confession well. He hadn't tried to kill her, there was that.

Lucy came out of her thoughts as she turned to the front path of Desmond's house, taking the steps slowly with the puppy as he thought it was a good idea to try and leap over them all, nearly face-planting into one.

She reached out and knocked.