Once Alley Cat is fully turned around and leading the way to the cafe, Lucas’s face scrunches in contemplation.
‘Okay, but seriously… Can’t tell by their face. Flat chested, but their clothes are roomy enough to hide just how flat… Havin’ their hair down to their ass is pretty girly, but that still don’t mean much…’
427 replicates an amused snort.
[I wasn’t joking when I wished you good luck.]
‘Arg! I know it don’t REALLY matter, but it’s gonna keep buggin’ me!’
[Then suffer.]
‘Oh, fuck off.’
427 cackles without further comment.
As Alley Cat confidently marches straight along the middle of the sidewalk, there is consistently enough of a wake behind them for Lucas to comfortably follow. However, it isn’t enough for Jonathan to walk abreast with him, requiring him to weave around the occasional passerby to keep up.