[ Lestat is alert, even in the throes of his music while his feet tap out a little twirling dance in a flurry of steps as he walks, and aware of his surroundings like only a predator has the instinctive urge to be. His perception isn't as powerful as it is in his own world; he can't read minds from across the city, nor can he pick out every heartbeat in town and find which one sings the sweetest to be taken by the Dark Gift; but he can certainly still hear the sounds of those closest to him. Thoughts are closed to his interference unless he searches them out, but the sound of a pulse... with relief, he's found it's a sound that will never leave him. There's always someone close by.
Much like tonight, in fact. Lestat can hear a pulse approaching as he moves, but he doesn't halt his progress any. If he is to be attacked and robbed, he's confident that he can fight back. If it's anything else, it's sure to be good fun. And if the person is minding their own business and lets him walk on by, then he gets to continue with his evening. Everyone's a winner.
His eyes alight on the large man lounging in the tree when he moves, silver eyes fixed on him behind his violet sunglasses. Dimly, he's aware that any normal person might have been spooked by the sudden intrusion, so he at least has the common decency to act shocked. He puts a hand to his heart and stops in his tracks and everything. He even lets out a little mon dieu of surprise. Once an actor, always an actor.
But what is with that ridiculous pose. Lestat almost wants to laugh and probably would have had the stranger not said something. His hearing picks it up, but he takes a earphone off his ear with a delicate hand, and the sound of Motley Crue blares from the little cushion earpiece. ]
What? [ He says, pantomiming a human so effortlessly that he actually feels a thrill of pride go through him. He looks to where the stranger is pointing, and raises it as if to say, this? ] It's a cassette player, my friend. It plays music?
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Much like tonight, in fact. Lestat can hear a pulse approaching as he moves, but he doesn't halt his progress any. If he is to be attacked and robbed, he's confident that he can fight back. If it's anything else, it's sure to be good fun. And if the person is minding their own business and lets him walk on by, then he gets to continue with his evening. Everyone's a winner.
His eyes alight on the large man lounging in the tree when he moves, silver eyes fixed on him behind his violet sunglasses. Dimly, he's aware that any normal person might have been spooked by the sudden intrusion, so he at least has the common decency to act shocked. He puts a hand to his heart and stops in his tracks and everything. He even lets out a little mon dieu of surprise. Once an actor, always an actor.
But what is with that ridiculous pose. Lestat almost wants to laugh and probably would have had the stranger not said something. His hearing picks it up, but he takes a earphone off his ear with a delicate hand, and the sound of Motley Crue blares from the little cushion earpiece. ]
What? [ He says, pantomiming a human so effortlessly that he actually feels a thrill of pride go through him. He looks to where the stranger is pointing, and raises it as if to say, this? ] It's a cassette player, my friend. It plays music?