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[Luca]

If one lived long enough, they were sure to experience loneliness at one point or another. Luca had grown up surrounded by children just like him, but that didn't stop the feeling of isolation that seeped through his fur like icy water. Even when he was forced to sleep in those cramped rooms, shoulder-to-shoulder, he felt like he was going to be suffocated by it. It was only when he had befriended his two companions that the feeling slowly began to fade. As long as he was with them he felt safe, loved. The warmth in their smiles and laughter comforted him and melted away the ice that constantly sat in the bottom of his stomach, but there was none of that now. They had been separated once again, so until they found each other (as they inevitably did in the end) there would be no muffled snickering as they laughed at each other's inside jokes, no comforting brushes of their pelts against his. He was alone again, surrounded by faces that he couldn't quite bring himself to trust yet.

As the sun sank lower in the sky, Luca's energy returned to him. The familiar buzz of restlessness had returned to his paws so it was only natural that he'd head out to wear himself down a little. Besides, he had always hated being alone in the dark. Around this time he always made a point to seek someone out- a companion that he could tail until the sun rose again and the threat of the darkness closing in on him was long gone. He had made it about half way through his usual evening route before he finally came across the gate. He could spot the unfamiliar figures of Desperado and Nisha easily against the horizon, and decided to make his way over and join them. If he was going to bother people, he may as well do it in a productive way.

He grew close in time to hear his crewmate's words, blinking and closing the remaining distance between him and the duo. He hadn't caught what Nisha had said to prompt such a response, but he was at least somewhat sure that it was probably unwarranted. "Hey now, y'don't need to be such a stick in the mud," he said as he approached, chewing idly on some strawberry bubblegum. The older members were often pretty grumpy, it made Luca was glad that he was turned immortal before his brain could grow all tired and decrepit. His eyes fell to follow the cigarette as Desperado dropped it, but the damage to the environment didn't seem to bother the demon all that much, because soon he forgot it in favour of taking in Nisha's appearance. "Heya," he greeted, punctuating his sentence with a shiny pink bubble. "I'm Luca."