FaddedFox
"Alas, so long as the music plays, we dance."
Lu'ean, or just 'Lulu' by most friends, sighed as he finally made it home. The wait at the maternity hospital took forever. As per usual. Everything here took fricking forever. But he supposed he couldn't complain. At least he was getting care. He very nearly could have been one of them poor people he saw on the street. Organization High Hopes was one of the few agencies trying to help and provide the things that people needed who didn't have family or community supports, but everything had waitlists and they couldn't help everyone. He'd someone managed to get his name in before their closing and so they were helping him. Without them, he wouldn't have a home or prenatal care. He was lucky in his misfortune. He chuckled at the thought and shook his head.
The young Aluei took his shoes and coat off by the door and remained in his black long sleeved shirt. It was a touch too small so as he moved, it rid up on his skin and showed the tiniest of bumps. He wasn't going to balloon yet, but it was getting ready to. There were going to be a lot of physical changes over the next few months and he had to get prepared for that. As with most of his people, Aluei at first glance looked more feminine. He had a softness to his sharp features, full lips, and slightly more curved outline. The fact that they all sported long hair in various fashions, certainly led one to believe they were dealing with a 'woman'. But such was not the case. Lu'ean was not female, or male for that matter. He was something blended in between. Upon closer inspection, an Adam's apple could be seen. He was lean, obviously taking his health seriously, but not focused on body building or mass. He did not have breasts, though those would grow for the baby in his belly. His sense of style leaned more towards masculine. He absolutely hated dresses. His dark skin was a hue of dark blue-purple, a stark contrast to the pale blue strands he sported. Unlike many others of his people, his hair was just tied in a messy bun. Still, it didn't look half bad, if not elaborate and obviously indicated someone who had others things to worry about than hair styling.
Lu'ean looked around the little apartment then. It was small, but he adored the absolutely homey feeling. He knew it was going to be small once his roommate moved in today. It made him nervous. He'd grown accustomed to his being 'his' home. The apartment itself was just a small little family room that doubled as a dining room and then the kitchen. The kitchen was separated by just a little wall with a window in it. It also connected to a tiny little balcony that housed their stacked washer and dryer. He found that quite fortunate; not many had a personal washer and dryer. He was looking forward to not having to go down to the communal laundry room with piles of baby clothes. To the left of their family/kitchen were two bedrooms facing each other, and a small bathroom at the furthest end. He did not like the idea of sharing a bathroom with a stranger. At all. But he had to count his blessings. At least, since he was given the apartment first, he'd taken the liberty of selecting the bedroom that was just a little bigger than the other. He was going to need the extra room for when the baby came.
The apartment was clean too, he made sure of that. He was a neat and tidy person, especially knowing someone else was going to be coming. The agency had provided the basics for them but he did hope to eventually start making this a real home with their own flare and style. All in good time. But, since he didn't have to worry about cleaning for the new arrival, he decided to make dinner. What better way to welcome someone than to have dinner made for them? And he wanted to try and make friends with his roommate. They were going to be together for a while and they both would have enough stress as it was. Maybe they could bond over a meal. He didn't know what kind of person would be arriving so he decided to make a modest meal of chicken, fried potatoes, baked asparagus, and salad. That would cover everything, he hoped. He wondered if another Aluei would be rooming with him. Would they be like him, with a child? Or maybe it was someone else entirely just down on their luck. Regardless, they were going to have to make this work. The agency had been clear; no tracebacks allowed if they wanted continued assistance with their basics. That, for one, was something Lu'ean could not afford to lose.
The young Aluei took his shoes and coat off by the door and remained in his black long sleeved shirt. It was a touch too small so as he moved, it rid up on his skin and showed the tiniest of bumps. He wasn't going to balloon yet, but it was getting ready to. There were going to be a lot of physical changes over the next few months and he had to get prepared for that. As with most of his people, Aluei at first glance looked more feminine. He had a softness to his sharp features, full lips, and slightly more curved outline. The fact that they all sported long hair in various fashions, certainly led one to believe they were dealing with a 'woman'. But such was not the case. Lu'ean was not female, or male for that matter. He was something blended in between. Upon closer inspection, an Adam's apple could be seen. He was lean, obviously taking his health seriously, but not focused on body building or mass. He did not have breasts, though those would grow for the baby in his belly. His sense of style leaned more towards masculine. He absolutely hated dresses. His dark skin was a hue of dark blue-purple, a stark contrast to the pale blue strands he sported. Unlike many others of his people, his hair was just tied in a messy bun. Still, it didn't look half bad, if not elaborate and obviously indicated someone who had others things to worry about than hair styling.
Lu'ean looked around the little apartment then. It was small, but he adored the absolutely homey feeling. He knew it was going to be small once his roommate moved in today. It made him nervous. He'd grown accustomed to his being 'his' home. The apartment itself was just a small little family room that doubled as a dining room and then the kitchen. The kitchen was separated by just a little wall with a window in it. It also connected to a tiny little balcony that housed their stacked washer and dryer. He found that quite fortunate; not many had a personal washer and dryer. He was looking forward to not having to go down to the communal laundry room with piles of baby clothes. To the left of their family/kitchen were two bedrooms facing each other, and a small bathroom at the furthest end. He did not like the idea of sharing a bathroom with a stranger. At all. But he had to count his blessings. At least, since he was given the apartment first, he'd taken the liberty of selecting the bedroom that was just a little bigger than the other. He was going to need the extra room for when the baby came.
The apartment was clean too, he made sure of that. He was a neat and tidy person, especially knowing someone else was going to be coming. The agency had provided the basics for them but he did hope to eventually start making this a real home with their own flare and style. All in good time. But, since he didn't have to worry about cleaning for the new arrival, he decided to make dinner. What better way to welcome someone than to have dinner made for them? And he wanted to try and make friends with his roommate. They were going to be together for a while and they both would have enough stress as it was. Maybe they could bond over a meal. He didn't know what kind of person would be arriving so he decided to make a modest meal of chicken, fried potatoes, baked asparagus, and salad. That would cover everything, he hoped. He wondered if another Aluei would be rooming with him. Would they be like him, with a child? Or maybe it was someone else entirely just down on their luck. Regardless, they were going to have to make this work. The agency had been clear; no tracebacks allowed if they wanted continued assistance with their basics. That, for one, was something Lu'ean could not afford to lose.