Yar babysitting

[Johnny Delacroix]

Johnny was listening to some of his own music as he strolled up to the apartment. He had a set of headphones perched over his ears. You know the type, the enormously large ones that engulf half of the head, so it's definitely plainly evident he is in fact listening to music and he cannot hear you if you come up to him to strike up conversation. Hips swayed some in a strutty sort of walk, which he did a spin with in the middle of the hall, though it caused the walls shifting rainbow colors to do a little twist as well and he spent a second regaining his bearings. "Your own, personal, jesus.. Someone to hear your prayers, someone who's there.. Reach out and touch faith!" The blonde was nearly thirty years old, but he giggled and grinned as he side-stepped up to the door anyway, grabbing hold of the frame to keep himself from falling over. He might have looked drunk out of his mind at the moment, but he was just trying to keep the floor from spinning around. It was a jumpy bugger, liked to hop out of the way sometimes. He knew the floor really didn't move the way he was seeing it, but it was enough today to throw his equilibrium off for a minute.

Had to be an adult. Right. Eric asked him to babysit Triss, that's a lot of confidence to put in a man who just that morning had an elephant trunk coming out of his forehead. Johnny straightened up to stand with one hip jutting out slightly, a hand pulling through those wavy honey-toned strands framing his face, tugging the headphones from his ears at the same time. He was dressed that day in a pair of black slacks that clung only to the hips, straight over his legs and covering the tops of his boots. On his upper half he wore his jacket, a heavy black down affair, under that a long-sleeved black shirt left unbuttoned, and under -that-, a red beater with a silver cross hung about his neck.

He could just barely hear what the kid was singing. Was he singing or was he arguing with someone? And was his co-- Wait, that was a bad question to ask himself. He pushed it out of his head and knocked instead, those almost-too-large grey blue eyes of his flickering off to the left as the tip of his tongue slid out over full lips to wet them. He had his bag, complete with Johnny's portable pharmacy and his candy supply. Much candy. Much much candy. He was craving a twizzler just then. Did the kid even know Eric wanted him to sit? He hoped the kid wasn't too little, or too big, or-- well he didn't sound like an adult-kid. That would be weird. Johnny shook his head. Thinking like that was weird period. He looked back at the door, following the little spyglass peep-hole in it as it drifted lazily around the door. Hm.. lucky fellow didn't have a care in the world, ah the life of a spyglass.

[Johnny Delacroix]

Johnny stood there for a long moment staring at the kid while holding onto the door frame. He knew it was a boy from Eric, but one shouldn't don kitty ears and tails around one who only survives because of his grip on reality. So he blinked slowly and reached out to poke one of the kitty ears. "Oh.. It's real. Okay."

He shook his head a little, dropping his hand then finally offering a smile to the little cutie pie. "Yeah that's me, Eric told you I'm comin' over to watch you, right? Oh. I should give you proof, huh." Johnny looked away absently for a moment while digging around in his bag, producing an ID card he held out to the boy. He was looking at the ceiling in the picture and the name "Johnny Delacroix M.D/Ph.D/Pharm.D/M.S.chem" It took up quite a bit of the card. He told them it would've been fine with just "Johnny", but they wouldn't listen. What he hated even more than someone trying to remember all of those acronyms was being called "Dr. Delacroix". Did he look old? He thought not.

"So what d'you wanna do today?" Johnny's gaze flickered away absently, as it generally did, distracted by something floating by. He really didn't know what to do with a kid, but he thought it'd be better than working at home all day by himself with just the poppers to keep him company. He hated those things so much.. "I was thinkin' video games and orderin' out for pizza, how about you?" Grey-blue eyes settled upon the kid again as he swiveled a bit where he stood, shifting weight from one foot to another.

[Johnny Delacroix]

Johnny wandered into the apartment slowly as he was invited in, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket as his gaze looking over every little portion. Wow it was.. There was space! That was nice. His attention landed on a dog that'd come up to sniff him, and he offered a hand out palm-up for inspection. Eric did say he had a lot of animals. And as he approached the couch, wiping a bit of dog slobber from his palm, a small smile formed. So this is Eric's apartment. It was cozy, definitely cozy.

It took him a second before he realized Triss was holding out the paddle and he took it in that 'only touching with the fingertips' way as he plopped down a cushion away, grey-blue eyes turning to the screen and widening some. His head tilted then. Dear Jesus who art in heaven, what is this game. He was really seeing this, right? Upon leaning forward and squinting, he decided yes, yes it was real. Like the ears on the kid's head he could 'see' moving and twitching like a cat's depending upon the direction of the sound.

Now the game was interesting. Got to roll that sticky thing around and stick all kinds of things to it. That was his main focus, how cool that was. Not good to let a man who's living in a hallucinatory world play this game. He'll be visualizing rolling things into a ball for a week. "So what's it like livin' with Eric? And how d'you win this game?" He flickered a glance over to the kid. Really was an adorable little brat. Er.. They didn't like being called brats, did they. Johnny needed to take one of those.. "Sensitivity with children" courses. He knew they existed -somewhere-..

[Johnny Delacroix]

Johnny's hands were still in the 'holding the paddle' position as it was taken out of his hands, not even noticing as the other was put in. He was too busy staring at that crazy screen with the glazed, wide-eyes of a man who'd just seen the most unbelievable thing in his life. Well it wasn't, but to someone who's perpetually stoned, this game is wild.

He played the tutorial easily enough as the other paddle was placed into his hands with just as much obliviousness as to it's presence. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure things like this out, however. It was just a matter of remembering he wasn't really that little green dude and his hands wouldn't stick to the ball. He stayed quiet the whole time though, not being one for conversation while he was in thought, and he was very deep in thought there. A couple of times a little half-smile would curl full lips, then fade. Johnny was really a man who could keep himself entertained just watching paint dry. Once it was over he glanced down at the paddle then looked up at Triss with a calm, half-lidded kind of look. Stating plainly and quietly with a vague smile.

"I think I figured out what the makers of this game were on.."

He held the paddle out to him, brows arching slightly as his gaze flickered out toward the kitchen. "I should order the pizza now, what d'you want on it? An' where do you keep your phone?" Getting up without any apparent effort, he drifted toward the kitchen to peek in. He just discovered his own phone the other day and granted it wasn't in the kitchen, but he thought for some reason Eric's might be.

[Johnny Delacroix]

With a small smirk, he glanced over his shoulder into the hall, leaned against the kitchen doorway on his hands, half-leaned into the kitchen. There were all kinds of shiny devices in there though, so upon his attention being diverted again, he found himself wandering in to inspect these things. Toaster, had three of those, blender, five.. He didn't know why he had five blenders or what he might use them for, but he knew some day.. Some day he would need those five blenders and then he would be happy he had so many. Eventually the wandering gaze and hands had found the fridge, and when he opened it he scared the living shit out of the penguins living inside, but he apologized so they didn't throw their fish at him. He was surprised Eric had so much food, but then again he was watching a child, so of course he'd have food. Leaning over with rump in the air to search for soda or things of the like that might go with pizza, he imagined if there wasn't so much food, many more penguins would have homes.

He nearly banged his head on one of the trays as he emerged with two cans, which he sat on the counter unceremoniously before reaching over to shut the fridge. It took a minute before he remembered they were looking for the phone, and his head snapped up. "Did ya find the phone?" Johnny blinked to himself. Right, phone meant pizza, good thing to remember. Stepping out of the kitchen, still holding the cold cans with his fingertips without seeming to notice how cold they were, he wandered out into the hall to find Triss, holding one out to him. "A kid your age should have a cell phone by now, what if you were out and got in trouble?" He waited until Triss had a hold on the can he handed to him before letting go, sometimes he just thought someone had something and there was always a mess following.

He let his attention wander to a couple of the doors, and he blinked. One of those doors had to be Eric's room. The most fascinating things can be found out about a person by the state and condition and general stuff in their bedrooms. Johnny had only been through a couple, though he was invited into those. The concept was too tempting, though. Like your parents' closet. You know you aren't supposed to go in there, but the mystery makes it that much more interesting. It took a bit of effort, but he took his mind off of Eric's room and peeked into the bathroom instead. If he had a phone he'd put it in the-- wait he had a phone, and it wasn't in the bathroom. Lovely toilet, though.