YOUR LOVER'S GOT NO CLUE [rejoining]

[Luca]

It doesn't take long for someone to come across him. He looks up when he notices the form staring at him, matching her with an analytical gaze of his own. Green eyes clash with unnatural pink, and neither Luca's stare nor his expression waver in the slightest when she begins to close the distance between them. Quite obvious is the swell of her stomach, the proportion of it when compared to the rest of her body hinting towards pregnancy. The pregnant didn't fight often, and those that did were easier opponents. Although her stature is impressive, he doubts that he's in any danger, despite trespassing. Perhaps it's immoral to think about attacking the ill or otherwise burdened with such amusement. After all, there's no pride to gain from fighting those that couldn't fight back like they usually would. Luca didn't fight for pride, though. He fought for the rush of it all, and that rush wasn't harmed in the slightest by fighting against those weaker than himself. There's a smugness in the way that his muscles remain loose, expression almost bored as he regards the possibilities of this fast approaching encounter.

It's only when she says his name that he blinks, metaphorical brow raising in a telltale sign of surprise. So he had been to this place before after all. The haughty apathy that had clouded his vision slowly melts away, and he tilts his head to the right. He has to admit that the bengal is somewhat familiar, but what wasn't these days? She gets close to him, but he stays were he is, observing every curve of muscle, every hint of exhaustion etched into her face. He's still sizing her up when she speaks again.

"Luca, is that you?"

A cruel question, one he isn't fit to answer. He isn't sure what this girl means when she says his name. Who is Luca in the mind of this pregnant feline? A friend, a lover, an enemy? Maybe even family, if his past self was the type to worm his way into relationships like that. She doesn't seem to be showing any hostility, and is that hope he picks up in the gentle tones of her voice? Surely not. His pricked ears lower as the initial surprise fades, but he puts on a practised confident smile. "Sure is," he says, and laughs a short chuckle. A cough interrupts him, but he just wipes his muzzle with a paw and closes in on Goldenluxury further. "But who are you?" His tone is almost accusatory as his face nears hers, smoke pouring from between his jaws as he speaks.