A breathy chuckle escaped him as Ian answered oblivious to the situation now taking place. After a moment to adjust to the shock of reuniting with the roommate, his senses kicked into action. The scent too familiar. While the aroma of the hotel halls promised to keep hidden whatever misfortunes took place behind closed door, the stench of Mother Nature’s green coiled around the very aura of Ian, projecting up into Pierre’s nostrils where it settled. It bought back a domestic feel that spread, rapid and warm across Pierre’s chest. For a moment he forgot his plot of revenge.
If life were not wicked, he would have liked to have stayed that way for a few moments more to pass. For Ian to remain unknowing and Pierre rekindling with a comfort he had been deprived of for far too long, but a faint bleat broke out in the background, and Pierre was hurtled back into reality.
“That’s him. That’s him! I heard him!” He caught Ian’s eye, though it remained a mystery whether the boy had yet registered the matter of their engagement. He lifted the box of doughnuts, thrusting the box forward and into Ian’s possession. He took a step forward, pausing, before lifting his hand back up to press the box against Ian’s chest, applying a bit of force in hopes of squashing a number of the treats contained in the bright pink container. With a twinge of satisfaction, he continued his destination to the bed, dancing across the tiny threshold to present himself to an old friend.
“I’ve missed you, you ragged ole’ boy. Oh look at you, as fat as ever, you lazy kid. I wonder what you’ve been stuffing yourself with since I last saw you.” He dropped down to his knees beside the bed, taking the goat’s face in his hand as one hand scratched right behind his ear. He had his goat back and there would be hell to come if anyone denied the two to leave together. Pierre came prepared to fight, after all. Standing, he took a seat on the bed, lifting the goat to nestle into his lap. However overjoyed he was at the moment, he was left with very little to say. His attention was suddenly overtaken by the images flashing across the television screen, a pity attempt at looking unnerved when his eyes seemed keen to drift off without his person over to the other Montgomery. Finally, he cleared his throat.
As he waited for an answer, an almost serene look befell the face of the delivery boy. Well, fuck, Ian thought. But before much else, the serenity was broken by the exclamation from the one in purple. His face contorted in bewilderment. The donut box was thrust into his hands as the delivery boy made his way past, but not before one of the sharp corners of the box dug painfully into his chest. By the petty attempt at revenge it was more than obvious that Pierre had found him and had come for Lyn - not that he went very far in the first place.
Closing and locking the door behind the lavender laced male, Ian turned opening the box of donuts that he had been waiting for. Padding barefoot toward the bed, he stopped a few feet away, still between them and the door, and leaned casually against the wall. Biting into a fresh glazed donut, Ian watched the going-ons between the Montgomery and the little goat. If he were one to admit such things, he would have thought the exchange was comically adorable. Nevertheless, he watched blankly as the two settled together, mechanically shoving the fried dough treat into him mouth. Thinking is over-rated anyway.
As Pierre cleared his throat, Ian was brought out of his trance like state. Licking the glaze from the corners of his mouth, Ian innocently raised an eyebrow. “What, did you say something?” He blinked expectantly, but still raised a sprinkled donut to his lips. A quick, passing thought popped into his head. ‘Brianna is such a bitch. She hates cripples!’ He wasn’t sure where he heard that, but Ian was sure that it was true and that Seyton was right about the promiscuous Armont.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Ian refocused. No doubt Pierre would try to leave with Lyn, Ian didn’t have the slightest problem with that. But the Montgomery was surely mistaken if he thought he could leave so soon. Ian stood up straighter, though he still rested against the wall supporting most of his weight. Looking first at the small pygmy and then at his roommate, he raised an eyebrow questioningly.
