genessia | 7th Book | Text/Action

[Toby arrives in his usual jeans, white shirt and thick leather jacket. His fists are shoved in his pockets, a calm expression pulling over his features. He does remember Belle being there when he shifted though that wasn't a topic he was able to breach on his own. Not that he doesn't want to talk about it, he just doesn't have anything to say on the subject.

Belle sent an open invitation to the sub-archways and he accepted if only to scope it out and keep an eye on Belle. She seems to enjoy jumping into trouble.]

You waiting long?

[He asks in a gruff voice, his stormy gray eyes looking down at her as she reads, dwarfing her height more than usual.]

[Belle had been wearing her knee length blue dress, with black tights and black high heeled shoes as she had been sitting on the bench looking up from her book.]

Not too long. Give or take ten minutes.

[She closed her book, moving to stand up while putting away in her shoulder bag.]

You ready to go?

[Toby gives her a quick nod and then waits patient for her to situate herself and get ready. His hands remain inside his pockets, his eyes watching her with a passing or dry curiously. His stare isn't pressing but it's noticeable.]

After you.

[He allows her to lead taking a position behind her, like a bodyguard, while walking.]

[She nodded slightly as she went to walk through the subarchway. The moment she did she looked around. So this si what Paris looked like in person, and not what she imagine through pictures she saw.]

It looks interesting.

[Toby hates archways, all of them. He gets familiar to feel, the smell and the atmosphere of one and when you step through that completely changes. He has to adjust to the scents and sounds around him and it's maddening. He's gotten used to it when it comes to the larger archways but these small ones continue to make his head spin.

A soft disgruntled huff leaves his lips before looking over towards Belle. He is still taking everything in and adjusting when her comment registers. He looks up and sees rows of small shops and bustling people. He doesn't know where in Paris they are but the familiar iconic tower rose in the distance.

He steps up next to Belle, his fists shoved in his pockets.] What do you want to see first?

[Toby doesn't actually know what's in Paris.]

[Belle felt excitement from being in a new place. Sure it wasn't the real thing, but it was close enough at least. It still had the same things like she had seen in the books. Tapping her finger lightly on her chin, she was pondering soemthing. Where to begin being the first thought in her mind.]

First I just want to see the shops, then after that I think I'll want to see the sights. See which one we come across first and go from there.

[Toby just nods, it sounds like a good plan and it's simple which he likes. His head swizzels around before he spots a row of shops, one of which is a small unassuming used book store.]

Over there?

[It's a place to start if she wants.]

[She nodded slightly, as she started to walk toward where he was pointing. There was something she had been meaning to talk to him about, but hadn't really found them time. But perhaps before they got to the shop she should say something.]

So... can I ask about what happened the last time we meet?

[If Toby is bothered by the topic he doesn't show it. He rolls his shoulders in a shrug, keeping his hands in his pockets.]

You can ask.

[It really depends on the question.]

[She paused, stopping in her tracks, if only for a moment. She had no idea what exactly she wanted to or what she wanted to say, but she knew that it should at least be brought up. She just hoped he would at least be completely honest, which would be nice.]

I guess I should say, werewolves are pretty common where you live then considering? But I assume you have control?

Werehuman.

[He corrects her absently; he'd been born a wolf. His shoulders roll in a shrug as if this isn't really a big deal. He isn't about to hide what he is. Really there is no point with Belle, she'd been there to watch him shift.]

Not that common and yes.

[Toby releases a disgruntled huff.]

I am not like the creatures here.

Ah, so they have a different name. Thank you for clarifying.

[That was slightly different if she had to be honest than what she knew, so it made her even more curious.]

So there are differences. I won't ask to go into detail, I just wanted to understand that is all. So that I could help later should you ever need it.

Not a different name… [Toby exhales a slow breath, he sucks at explaining stuff.] We’re called werewolves but I was born a wolf.

[He thinks back trying to ignore the sting of the past.] I learned to shift into a person when I was about… three? Maybe four? We weren’t allowed to go to school until we completely mastered it which isn’t until around the age of ten.

[He doesn’t know what she wants to know. He doesn’t find any of this very interesting. It’s just the facts of his race and his world.] I’m not doing that again… [The drinking part.] I’ll be fine. [He doesn’t understand why she’d want to help him.]

I must admit that is different to what I am aware of.

[But it was interesting never the less.]

So it's basically something that is unstable until that particular age and probably after a lot of practice.

[She paused for a moment.]

Well if you say so, but if you ever need help for anything, I'll still be here. [She smiled slightly, finally reaching the shop, stepping in to have a look around. It appeared there were plenty of trinkets one would buy as souvenirs.]

[Toby just huffed in response. She hadn’t asked anymore questions and he wasn’t the type of person to simply hand over information. He isn’t very smart, he knows what he knows but he’s more inclined to act instead of thinking. He knew about his linage but if she asked for more he wouldn’t know the answers.

His stands outside the shop, his arms crossed over his chest near the door. He can still hear her inside the store and he probably isn’t going to buy anything.]

[Belle hadn't been in long before she stepped out again. She had just wanted to look more than anything before she started to walk again.]

That was an interesting shop. A gift shop I suppose it is called.

[Considering she hadn't been to one before, it was a nice experience never the less.]

I believe I know where I want to go next.

[Toby watches her as she steps out of the store, his gray eyes inspecting her curiously before turning and following her down the street. He isn't interested in things like 'gifts' so he just replies with a roll of his shoulders.]

Where is that?

[He doesn't doesn't suggest interest but then Toby doesn't ask questions that he doesn't want to know the answer too.]

I kind of want to see the Louvre. If that is okay?

[She smiled slightly, she had wanted to make sure he would have fun as well. She didn't want to be the only one after all.]

[Toby doesn't know what that is so he nods and gestures for her to lead onward.]

After you.

[He's memorizing where they are going so they can find their way back but he doesn't know the way there.]

[Belle wasn't fully sure about where they were heading, but she had a map she was sure they could use to figure it out. Taking a look at it she continued to walk, dodging people quite easily without looking up.]

I believe we are close. Just find a giant glass pyramid.

[Toby nods his head and begins looking around. He doesn’t dodge people but walk through them. Glass pyramid gives him something to look for and lucky for Belle he knows what both glass and a pyramid shape look like. He follows behind her, his hands pushed into the pockets of his leather jacket as he looks out.

Eventually he sees a large cement like park and near the far end is what looks like a glass pyramid.]

That it?

[He asks, nodding his head towards the large obstruction so she’d look up from her map.]

[She glanced up for a moment before nodding and moving to put the map away into her bag for the time being. It was needed for now anyway.]

That is it. Though I will warn you this is where we can look at art so if it isn't you think you can always do something else.

[Toby rolls his shoulders in a shrug.]

I don't care.

[Which is true, he came to see things but also to keep Belle company. The guard dog in him won't let himself just leave her alone.]

[She nodded slightly. He said he didn't care, but she couldn't say for sure. But she heads on in regardless. She didn't know which way to go, but she looks around, taking a long ponder on some of the paintings.]

The painting are interesting, aren't they?

[He follows behind her like a large shadow. His hands remain in his pockets and his expression doesn't change. He doesn't hate art, he just doesn't understand how people can spend so much time on it. His life doesn't really give him a good perspective on normal everyday things.]

How so?

[Toby's tone is soft, as if feeling the need to whisper in the museum. He looks at the paintings and see's people and faces and life. It's not the sort of life he's familiar with. He knows storms and blood and death.]

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