Dank Darkwick - Snowy Sleepover

Laurent doesn't actually feel the cold, he just likes dressing for it because he gets to wear Mother Jo's spare clothes. As soon as they're outside, he's gently kicking snow around. "A sleepover? What's that?" he asks before leaning down and cupping a handful of freshly powder, glittering in the twilight. Before he can eat it, the handful is upset by his hands clasping it together a little too tight at Akari's comment. Laurent glances over at the other man with something close to a pout. "Mother Jo? Making heart eyes at... at that guy? She should be more reasonable. He makes her happy now, but he could make her sad later." @mis

Guh. He's so tired. So so sooooo tired. He likes Laurent. He really does. But keeping him happy was taxing....." "A sleepover is when someone sleeps *over with someone else. I dunno. It's one of those things." He sighs. More questions. He's so tired. Someone. Anyone. -# "Linantado."

"You're right. We should just go kill that guy. Solve the problem outright."

Laurent, despite asking what a sleepover was, shrugs off the explanation with disinterest. Sounded boring when Wagi put it like that. He drops to sit in the snow, scooping up proper handfuls now to munch. His icy eyes widen comically at Nemo's comment. "Kiw 'im?" Laurent repeats with his mouth full. "Wha?" After swallowing, he continues, "That wouldn't work. It would make Mother Jo upset." He rocks in the snow a bit. Stops. Looks at Nemo again. Laurent's pale features seem to glow a little in the fading light. His head tilts to the side, eerily similar to the way Jo's does when she's considering something. "Do you have heart eyes in your life?" Laurent asks.

He looks thoroughly unamused. Why was he even staying here with this.. this.... thing anyways? "No. Not presently. Never have. Never will. Far too unrealistic."

...something seems different. But Laurent didn't trust himself as a good judge of human and ghoul behaviour anyway. "Then you're like me. I don't think I ever will either. I'm not sure there's many other snow people around like me anyway. You look kind of like me, but you don't have to eat snow to stay the way you are." He rests his chin on his knees, looking out at the winter landscape of Frostheim as the last red smudges of twilight darken and disappear. "I like hunting rabbits. I don't see the point in heart eyes. I love Mother Jo and I love you, but it's different. The heart eyes... don't make sense to me."

His irritation flares. Like him. Like him. Like him. He says it three times. You know that's not true Akari. You are nothing like anyone. "You shouldn't love me. That's a mistake. Turn your affections elsewhere. You could make your own snowperson. They could hunt rabbits with you." Disgusting. Why did he continue to be kind to this thing.

Laurent's eyes go very round as he turns to look up at Nemo again. "But... I don't really want to make my own snowperson. I'm perfectly happy to have you." He kicks at snow a little from where he sits, gaze dropping. "And I do love you. Like I love Mother Jo. That doesn't feel like a mistake."

His clicks his tongue. Tch. "I am not your mother. You cannot love me like your mother." He'd let Wagi entertain feelings of friendship long enough. You want love Laurent? This is called tough love.

There exists a special sub-species of personality in this world who can possess a certain lack of intellect that allows them to be blessedly ignorant of comments, insinuations, and acts that would otherwise hurt and or offend anybody else. Laurent Waker is one of those personalities. "I know you're not my mother. But how does that stop me from loving you like mine? You found me, gave me clothes, bring me snow, and syrups. And you're kind to me and keep me company." The poor bastard positively beams. "You're not my mother, but I guess that makes you kind of like a best friend. Or... a Not Mother. What are they called again?"

Clearly Wagi has manipulated this creature. Forced it to think he was kind. And for what? No expectation of anything in return? Despicable. Akari truly was the worst. "I don't know what I'd be called in relation to you but it's certainly not father. If you have a father it's whoever else helped make you. Has Jo said anything to you about that?"

"Helped make me?" Laurent echoes. Then he frowns, deep in thought. There's... a stirring of memory. A tune? Knock knock knock-knock-knock. 'Do you wanna build a snowman?' And with it, a sorrowful ache that's soothed by something warm. Loving hands packing and shaping snow. A lot of silence, but not uncomfortable. A scarf wrapped gently around his neck and a beanie placed atop his head. Laurent sees, blurrily, an image of Jo and a man standing beside each other as they observe their creation. As they observe him. ...their son? Who was that other man? He wasn't Akari. He was much taller than them all, with darker features, and he carried a more open air about him. There's a familiar sort of thoughtful kindness too, one that resonates with Laurent. It feels a little bit like his idea of home. His eyes are melting. They must be. Why do drops of water bead and fall down his cheeks so, if not because of that? "I have a... father?" Laurent whispers, barely paying attention to Nemo anymore.

"Most everyone has a father. Except the people who don't. Which is fine I guess." He taps Laurent on the head. "Why're you crying? Find a memory somewhere in that icy brain of yours?"

Laurent blinks to attention again, looking up at Nemo with teary eyes. "...I'm hunting rabbits," he says. Then he stands and walks off back into Frostheim's dorm.

As much as he'd like to let the guy go, he has a reputation to uphold as Akari. So he follows Laurent back to the dorm.