FROM MY CHEST | LOSTish?

[Luca]

Luca hated that damn bell. With his enhanced hearing, he could hear it all the way from his little hut in barracuda bay, and the sudden shrill sound made him slam his muffin tray down perhaps just a bit too hard. He sighed, releasing his telekinetic grip on the tray and allowing the pink glow that had surrounded it to disappear into the air. He supposed that he should go out and check if someone was standing at the border, it was his obligation as a striker. That didn't mean he was happy about it though. He glanced through the window and let out a little puff of steam, dusting the flour from his paws before heading out the door. He threw a couple hot muffins in his bag as he left though, knowing that he may as well if he were already being as nice as to check the border in the first place. Joiners were often fatigued or tired, and it was good to make a nice first impression. God knows he had lost that chance when he was first joining himself.

As he approached, he noticed that another figure had reached the gates before him. He rolled his eyes but pressed forwards regardless, even if there was technically no need for him to go anymore. The sight of the canine waiting for him caused his eyes to narrow slightly, although any distaste that had appeared on his face was gone as soon as it arrived. His pelt had reminded Luca of his father, that's all. Any combination of black and brown seemed to do that these days, this kid's eyes were far too different for him to resemble Santiago completely. The hellhound swallowed and forced a lazy smile, his eyes scanning the kid with an almost fierce intensity. He had always had a soft spot for children, especially the ones that looked like they had been through a lot. He waited for an answer of who he was before speaking, his tail swaying restlessly behind him.