Out For A Smoke And A Gander (Mathieu)
With another new face approaching, Troy knelt down and much to the pup’s displeasure, he moved the dog out the way to put the cigarette out on the ground before he stood straight again, tucking it behind his ear, not yet ready to throw a fresh one away. “Nah,” he said when the stranger was closer and spoke, “he’s fine. Just a bit of a surprise to see a dog out here. Don’t recall anyone owning a pet here, so I’m guessing you’re new yeah?” Luxord. What a strange name for a dog. Still, he couldn’t help the raise of his brows when the dog start running circles again, shaking his head.
Annnd he might as well introduce himself too. “Name’s Troy,” he mumbled, holding out his hand, “you often walk around the place in trunks? Or is it a new fashion statement I’m missing out on?”
Whew! Well that was a relief. So far they were getting pretty lucky with how okay people were with the pup running around. "Oh really? Huh... would've guessed with a house this big more people would've gotten animals or something. Weird." He shrugged away the idea. Just meant Less dogs for Lux to play with, but also less cats to make him chase after the dog when he hid away! That certainly wasn't something he missed about California, no sirree. "Heh, yeah again, sorry about that. Guess he caught your scent and had to investigate. He’s like a regular Holmes! …only as a dog. But yeah, I’m pretty new here. Only got here a bit ago, I think! Haven’t really been meeting people so much as wandering around and getting lost. I did meet a couple of people though! Two… Three? Two. Two people.” When the other changed expressions, Mattie's face scrunched in confusion. It only took a brief glance down to figure it all out. Yup, Lux was a hyperactive dog! Reason exactly why he never bothered trying to carry him anywhere. Wiggly little guy.
Mathieu almost jumped when the voice distracted him from his thoughts. He really had to work on his concentration. Bad. "Hi, I’m Mathieu! Fresh off the west coast and idiot extraordinaire, at your service!" With a wide grin, he shook the offered hand before looking down. Oh yeah! "Dude, yeah, it's like the biggest fashion thing since parachute pants. Only the hippest of the hip know about it. In fact, the only ones of them to know about it are the ones that are actually just really looking for the pool like seriously this place is a maze, do you have any idea where it might be?" He had started it as a joke, up until he realized just how true the words he spoke were. This place was absolutely massive and there was just no way he'd not get lost or end up in a ditch or hit in the head with a bowling ball (it'd happened before, don't question it) or just all kinds of turned around before the day's end. Any help would be awesome.






