It's another beautiful day in Redway Park. Despite all of the things that happened here years before, a certain fondness for this place is starting to grow on him. He's trying to turn over a new leaf.

His dress is simple, and almost too casual; in fact, it almost says grunge or hobo. He isn't bothered by the fact, however, and rather likes his tanktop splattered in dry wall compound. He can't help the fact that his jeans are so torn he had to turn them into shorts, either. It suits the weather, anyway.

Lucifer's being here is essentially the fault of the woman he's working for. She had this zany idea, you see, to find the best softserve ice cream in Bayfield. Lucifer, having grown up in a country that prized sweets, took her up on this rather peculiar challenge.

It's his day off, Bomani isn't around, and he's feeling a little lonely, so he figures he can spend it doing something strangely productive... and tasty.

His long brown hair is tied away from his face, rather cleverly, and he's walking through the park, dodging kids, picnickers, frisbees, and the dogs that chase eagerly after all those things.

There's got to be a good ice cream place somewhere around here, figures the German.

Bri couldn't tell you what softserve ice cream was. He could only tell you the names of the different forms ice cream comes in, and flavors...or at least what is IN them. Today, Bri blended in quite well with the picnic crowd. He was taking his time to lope along amiably, looking perfectly harmless, and only sometimes trying to avoid people. Nobody minded the fact he gave kids and even some teenagers kisses, and nobody minded he was stark naked either.

Then again, when you are pretty much identical to a Golden Retriever, nobody really minds you because said breed is known to be very friendly and nonthreatening.

He wore a red collar around his neck, but there was no tags of any sort. Plus, it was pretty faded, just a little dirty, and ragged too. He was pretty clean though, a leaf or twig'll get stuck on him here and there, but kids are nice enough to come give him scratches and pull them out. He was panting, as most dogs are known to do in heat, but he wasn't drooling really. He isn't very drooly; he may be in dog form but he is still currently retaining his human mind, and even to him drooling can be gross.

He is in his usual friendly mood, getting some pets from friendly looking people, then going to farther away groups to pretend he is with them before going on. Right now he needed to find someone because one over protective mother is eyeing him like he's about to maul her baby. Shame though, because the little girl is such a little darlin'. Anyways, looking for someone, looking for someone, loo-ah hah!

Spotting a young man, Bri barked and ran over to him, rubbing against the other's legs. What drew him to the other was his clothing actually. Bri recognized the smell as soon as he got close enough. His father always smelt of dry wall and wood; he owned his own construction team, Bri loved the smell of cut wood. All through his life, if he asked, his father would let him come and help out somehow. It was exciting big boy work when he was younger, and his father'd pay him to help with projects every now and then when he got older.

This young man looked nothing like his father, truthfully, despite the similar clothes and smell. But Bri didn't mind. In fact in his opinion the other was quite lovely, especially his eyes and long dark hair. He's a little too pale and way too thin, but still attractive nonetheless. Not that Bri was in the mood to flirt anyways, he was currently far more interested in making friends.

Which explains why he is running around the other, barking in a friendly manner, and rubbing himself and his sides along the other's legs, demanded his back to be scratched.

Lucifer is, of course, minding his own business and walking with only a slight wobble to his steps until this golden ball of fur decides to rub against his legs and set him off balance.

He wavers on his feet, torso bending back slightly, balls of his feet lifting off the ground until he falls forward again, ultimately steadying himself. He lets a sigh of relief escape his lips, then bends down to pet the friendly little bugger, a small smile spreading across his face.

"That was close, kleine Hund, mm? Nearly bowled me over, dastardly thing..."

He scratches behind his ears and pats him on the head, running his long pale fingers through his golden fur and towards his neck, feeling around for a collar. And, oh- he finds one, squinting to look at it. No name?

"Do you belong to someone, Junge?" He proceeds to scratch Bri's back and generally rubs his fingers all across his furry body.

He gives a thoughtful look, scans the park, then purses his lips a little. "Say... do you like ice cream? I was just about to get some... I'm sure your master wouldn't mind... if you even have one, that is."

At the other's first comment, Bri laughed, dastardly thing indeed. Of course, a dogs don't really laugh, so instead it was a wheezy bark. His large brown eyes looked up at Lucifer, bright, dark, and intelligent yet at the same time, completely oblivious to pain. He doesn't have that jaded look that, even if you eventually get over all that has happened, you still have a shadow of that memory reflected in your eyes. Nope, none of that in Bri's eyes. Of course one wouldn't expect that in the eyes of a dog, but Bri isn't JUST a dog. Of course Luc doesn't know, and as far as Bri is concerned no one needs to know. Right now, at least.

Almost as if in reply to the other, Bri shook his head and then the rest of his body, as if in answer to the other. But that is nonsense, since dogs don't understand humans, right? Bri's always been suspicious that there were people out there similar to him or possibly even different (even werewolves!), and he's always been pretty careful. Anyways - Ice cream?!

Bri yipped, wagging tail raising from 45 mph to 99 mph and he slobbered all over the other's hand and leg in agreement. Yes sir he loved ice cream! And no sir, no one at ALL would mind him having ice cream! Ohgoodygoodygoody!

He ran another circle around him. It was hot, of course ice cream sounded good!

"Whoa, whoa! Easy with your slobber, little guy... I hate doing laundry." He wipes the slobber on his pants, lips tugging to one side in an expression of mild disgust before the expression fades away. He's partial to dogs, but... he could really do without the dog slobber, in all honesty.

He rubs Bri's fur some more after he stops in his circles, suddenly smiling again. He figures that whoever owned him must have given him treats when a similar word was spoken. He straightens, brushing off his pants with a little sigh, and staggers forward in his own quirky way.

"Well, ice cream it is, then. I'll get yours in a bowl... but don't worry, I'll have them put the cone on the top, just for you. How does that sound?"

He must look silly, talking to the dog, but he doesn't mind. This new furry company is actually quite welcome, in fact.

He watches Bri out of the corner of his eye as he walks, making sure the dog is following, and otherwise peeks around the park, scouting out the nearest ice cream stand. He can vaguely make one out in the distance.

"My name's Lucifer," he says in a gentle tone. "I wonder what you're called?" He doesn't expect an answer, of course.

Bri barked in agreement, not that the other'd know he agreed with him. Then a snort followed as some of his own, long shaggy fur stuck to his nose. It managed to get it off, but also managed to make him sound semi-ridiculous. His cocked his head, ears perking as the other explained how he'd treat him. This much for a dog? What a nice person! A little excited whimper from him and he nuzzled the other, barking once again.

Lucifer is his name? His old Catholic background panged for a moment and he wouldn't be surprised if it turned out the boy's family wasn't very religious. But that was rude to think so he quashed that particular thought. He wanted to tell the other his name, but he couldn't, and he couldn't wear a tag either, in case he ran into somebody he knew. It'd be awkward if they thought he belonged to himself and tried to drop him off at the apartment. Yea, definitely awkward.

Another bark and he ran after the other, only pausing as a frisbi nearly took him out. He'd had the instinct to catch it and bring it to the owners, but he didn't want his new friend to leave him. So, he trotted on over beside Lucifer, keeping in pace with the other. The other's limp interested him, especially his Massage Therapist side. That sort of gate he'd never quite seen before. And the problem obviously resulted from a problem with his calves, because his upper legs worked fine. Hmm, hopeuflly he was okay.

Lucifer's glad for the nuzzling and positive attention from the dog; it makes him feel nice, and reminds him that some creatures are easily pleased. He decides that he'll look into getting one for when he's lonely. For right now, though, his attention is placed upon Bri. He doesn't go to these lengths for people, because... well, they intimidate him too much.

He continues in his rather peculair gait, patting Bri's head as he notices the dog is still following as if he were his master. He begins to wonder, fleetingly, if the owner is missing him, but... the thought passes as he looks up to the ice cream stand again.

"Ah, here we go! Isn't that convenient?"

It takes a couple minutes, but Lucifer eventually approaches the stand and waits in line, digging in his back pocket for his wallet while eyeing the flavors.

"What do you think sounds good?" He asks his four-legged companion. "Something with... sprinkles? Fruity, or..." he looks thoughtful, "chocolatey?" He offers another short pause. "I'm going to go with mint."

He looks down at Bri again, smiling a little while contemplating a flavor that the dog might like.

Bri in human form is not at least physically intimidated by people, considering he's a 5'11" tower of muscle. Mentally or emotionally intimidated? He never really got that treatment, being pretty popular in school, and he's rather ditzy and doesn't always understand verbal insults. Bri is being careful not to bump into the other, nosing the other's hand every now and then and licking it, but not hitting the other's legs. He wouldn't want the other to trip because of him.

Bri barked in agreement with the other as if saying, 'Why yes my good fellow, it is very convenient'. Bri sits next to the other, nosing his knee, while the other digs for his wallet. He snorts as if in contempt of those flavors, and practically wheezes at chocolate, looking up at Lucifer as if to say 'Really, chocolate for a /dog/?'

He a good ol' fashioned vanilla boy. He nudges the other again with his cold nose as if to say, c'mon, think, remember other flavors.

The line inches forward and so does Lucifer, who finally draws his wallet and plucks out a ten dollar bill. A thoughtful frown creases his brow and he looks down at Bri, pondering the flavors. The dog's snuffling and wheezing distracts him, and he gives a sigh.

"Chocolate... but there's always peanut butter, too? There are too many choices." His German accent makes him sound funny. He pockets his wallet again and looks back to the flavor sign.

"I'll just get you one of these double flavors. Chocolate and vanilla. You won't mind, will you?"

The line moves again, and it looks like they're next.

Wait, peanut butter?!

At the sound of that, Bri yipped in excitement, tail wagging ferociously, nosing the other. Translation, 'Why yes kind sir, I would certainly enjoy some of that delicious goodness.' He calmed down after the other suggested the chocolate and vanilla, well, he didn't mind that, and he couldn't afford to be picky, but...thepeanutbuttersoundedreeeeaaallygood. So yea. He scooched up, feeling to lazy to keep standing, instead content to remain at the other's knees. He was a pretty big dog though, coming up to the other's mid-thigh. He wasn't fat either, but there was no doubt he was a heavy dog.

He pretty much contented himself to licking the other's leg in thanks while the man ordered.

The mage, faintly amused, scratches Bri behind his ears as they wait, fingers trailing down to his chest.

The young girl behind the counter gestures for him to come forward, and he's still eyeing the chart. Lucifer squints as he approaches the counter, the sun shining in his eyes. He tilts his head to the side, then suddenly a smile spreads across his face. He's found a more appropriate flavor.

He rattles off the order of the mint ice cream with chcolate sprinkles, then explains that the chocolate and peanut butter twist will be in a cup... with the cone on top, please.

She nods, and shortly thereafter they exchange money and desserts with a thanks from Lucifer somewhere in between.

He pockets his change and looks around for an empty space of grass.

"Looks tasty, huh? Hope you're not mad I changed my mind..." He grins, giving his ice cream a lick. Bri's ice cream rests in his right hand, his arm slack at his side while he walks.

"See anywhere good to sit?"

Bri had managed to jump up off of his lazy butt as he watched the exchange, tail wagging super fast, long hair waving back and forth off of it. He was also panting even harder. What? He was excited. He barked and yipped too, the translation being 'My good sir, surely we cannot wait any longer, and you eating your own ice cream and holding mine is helping this at all.' Whimpering, he was running circles as the other walked along careful though, not to trip him.

Spots? He looked around rapidly before spotting one. Looks like there was someone else with that spot in mind too. NOT SO FAST NOW! Barking, the golden dog ran as fast as he could and practically dived onto the nice spot o' grass, rolling around and then spreading out as much as possible, snorting with pride. The teenagers eyes the dog, looked where he came from, frowned, but moved on grumbling.

Hah...kidlings, age before beauty. With that he gave a laugh. Well, a wheezy bark in this case, but the way his shoulders were shaking as he sat up made it look veeeery much like a laugh.

Lucifer quirks a brow at the dog's antics, taking a step back as Bri leaps into action, galloping across the park at breakneck speed. It's a particularly odd sight to the disheveled carpenter, and he wonders fleetingly if his furry friend has spotted his master. The only thing that's missing is the Chariots of Fire music.

He is glad to know that the retriever hasn't abandoned him yet, however, and lazily trots over to him. His own ice cream begins its slow, melting descent, sprinkles reminiscent of a landslide of debris as the dairy trickles down the wafer-like cone. He idly licks the green ooze before it reaches his skin and sets Bri's ice cream down beside him.

"Good boy," Lucifer praises him, making a place for himself on the green grass. "This looks like a nice spot."

Lick, lick, lick.

The dog waits until the ice cream is set down on the ground, and idly walks over, sitting in front of it. He barks at it a little for show, saying basically, 'Bless this meal.' Then he stares at it longer and then dives forward.

What happened was not a dog eating an ice cream, but a massacre of a sweet, frozen milk product and a raving canine. In the ice cream's opinion. If it was sentient. First, in three bites went the cone, then he paused, licked his lips and mouth and picked any crumbs off the ground, and then he attacked the ice cream itself.

SLURPSLURPSLURP.

Until it was aaaallllll gone, and the dog made a noise rather like a burp.

What? He could get away with doing that in this form. Giving a wheeze of content, he flopped onto his back, rolling around a little, and remained on his back. Aaaah, that had tasted gooood.

Lucifer's brow lifts again in surprise. The dog doesn't lick the ice cream as he expects him to do; quite the contrary, really. He demolishes it, lapping up the dairy product with gusto, ridding himself of the crumbs as if they are evidence of a murder. Then, all that's left is a rather messy styrofoam cup. Lucifer laughs, shaking his head. His own cone is not even half finished by this time, and still leaks in places he can't lick quickly enough.

"Whoever owns you is gonna be mad when they see the mess you've made of yourself." He smiles, but the expression slowly fades as he begins to realize something.

"Speaking of which... we should probably try to find whoever owns you, yeah? They probably miss you by now."

The thought almost makes him sad.

It WAS murder!

Bri scoochied himself so that he was laying next to the other, giving a doggy yawn and smacking his mouth, then he just let his tongue hang out as he panted, looking at Lucifer with big brown eyes. This little ice cream expedition was reeeeaaally fun, actually, and he hated that it was almost the end of the day.

He nuzzled the other's hand, turning his head to do so. He snuffled it a little bit, and then, rolled onto his stomach with a grunt before standing up. Then, out of habit, he licked the other's face - getting all that yummy mint. Oddly enough, his mouth smelt like the ice cream he ate, with a hint of clean freshness. His teeth and gums were good too. Of course Bri takes care of his mouth! A snuffle to the other's face and he rested against the other's for a second, then back away giving a bark.

Translation; 'Thank you, good sir, for the food, but really, I'm my own Master.'

Wag wag wag.

Lucifer offers a slight laugh in response, rubbing Bri's neck and chest with a shake of his head. "You silly dog," he says lowly, grinning.

He proceeds to lick the ice cream until it's not threatening to spill all over him, and then slowly makes his way to his feet. He stands there a moment, some semblance of a smile tugging at his lips. He pets Bri with his free hand, and finally works on nibbling the cone. Bomani would be proud.

"Time to get you back where you belong. Where'd you come from, hm?" Because dogs have a great sense of direction.

He finds it strange, though, that nobody is shouting for a lost dog.

Bri pressed his head against the other's arm, giving a playful growl as the other gave him some rubbings. He liked scratchies behind the ears tooo! He is eying the other's ice cream; it looks soooo good, but he knows he musn't be greedy. The other was so nice to give him his own...

He backed away as the other stood up, then went back close to snuffle his legs. Time to get him back where he belong? He barked as to say, 'My dear sir, I honestly cannot take you to my home, of that is what you mean.' He decided to go for the stupid look inside.

Cue panting, ears perking up, and him cocking his head as if to say. Huh?

Lucifer recognizes the dumb look and sighs, expression transitioning into that of a scolding father's. He narrows his eyes and looks as intimidating as his innocent, pretty face will allow him to.

He takes a bite of the cone, contemplating where he should look. He's pretty sure he didn't see Bri come from anywhere, now that he thinks about it.

"You can't be a stray... can you? You look too well groomed for that."

He gets halfway through the cone before deciding he's full, and extends the hand with the ice cream in it to Bri.

"Want this? Then we gotta get going."

Bri wilts under that 'mean' look, or at least he pretends to, the other is far too pretty to be intimidating. But he pretends to be intimidated, ducking his head so his nose touches the ground, his tail tucking between his legs. Well of course he isn't a stray! He has a home after all. And of course he is well groomed! If he smelt, people wouldn't give him scratchies.

At the smell of the cone and the other's question, he raises his head and SLURP. Cone equals gone. Then he gave the biggest puppy eyes and nudged the other's hand, licking it to say 'Thank you'.

Luc kneels down and hugs Bri, petting his back. He smiles again, making a noise of mocking. "You silly, silly dog... Almost sad to see you go, but... I must."

He stands, patting the dog's head once more, and begins his limping gait back the way he came.

"Thanks for sharing," he tells Bri.

He nuzzles the other, whimpering a little and giving him a kissy. Bri's having conflicting emotions. He should go home right now, you know. In this form, he gets easily attached to people, but well...He just can't let him walk home by himself! Looking towards the way he needs to go is a bit more to the East, but...Oh screw it! He can't let the other walk home when it's getting dark out! Hell, it isn't really even safe for him either. Despite being such a nice town when the sun is overhead, a lot of shit happens from this time to sunrise. He wouldn't forgive himself if this pretty soul ended up in the gutter. No offense to Lucifer, but even if he has some hidden toughness, he doesn't want to make him out to be a cripple but...Someone with stronger, longer legs could definitely catch him if they wanted to.

With that decided, he gave a bark and bolted after the other, running up beside him, giving another bark. It was as if he was saying 'By George you cannot leave me, good sir! It's much too dark out! I shall accompany you this fine evening...'

So there.

Lucifer stops for a minute, puzzled, and runs his fingers through his bangs. His hands reek with the smell of dog. He offers another sigh and frowns in thought. The dog continues to follow him, and Lucifer stares down at it weakly.

"What? Sorry buddy, but there's no more. I have to go. Can't you find your master?"

Maybe he doesn't know where his master is? ponders the mage, giving a contrite look.

Excuse me?

...Reek?

No, really, he is clean.

Okay, okay, so maybe he has a rather doggy smell, but still!

He took a shower this morning!

Bri's nose twitched and he snuffled against the other's leg once, looking up at him with puppy eyes, then gave a bark. Translation being, 'Do to the fact you have treated me so nice, I shall be accompanying you to your home this evening. It's scary when dark. DUH.'

Doggy smell reeks, according to Lucifer.

He gives the dog several more pats on the head and grins weakly in apology. "I'm sorry, Hund, aber..."

The puppy eyes weaken his defenses.

"Aber... well, I guess... one night wouldn't hurt? Then... I can put up posters." He ruffles Bri's fur. "C'mon, 'fore I change my mind."