and made eye contact

Party Animal

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar, Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 984

Tag(s): @noeypiiepiie

It was a mistake. You weren’t the “party” type, and you certainly weren’t going to jump into a pool in front of other people. It didn’t really matter, though, because they had a dog and that’s the only thing you really came here for. While everybody else is mingling with each other, jumping off the roof and into the pool, you were sitting in the quiet living room, stroking the dog’s head as she laid on your lap. Yeah, you could get used to this.

The dog didn’t move when the man came barging into the room, but you looked up at the handsome stranger with a raised eyebrow. You made eye contact very briefly and you immediately looked away, down at the dog as you continued petting her.

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anyway the world is a clusterfuck right now so i want to share something nice with y’all. this cat was up for adoption at my shelter today. she had just been returned by the family that adopted her as a kitten because she wasn’t adjusting (the family had a young child who wanted to play with her but she was too shy and it just wasn’t a good match –  nobody’s fault) and had started stress peeing places. her foster mom was very anxious that she not get adopted into another situation like that and had even suggested she should be adopted with a more outgoing cat to mediate her personality.

around two pm a couple came in. they were looking for one of our tiny teeny kittens who had literally been adopted fifteen minutes earlier. they were disappointed, had really wanted a kitten. they asked if they could look around so i showed them into the room where our kittens were and the husband suddenly made eye contact with this cat and it was magical.

they got down on the floor at her level and just started petting her, very gently, not getting in her space too much, and before long she was rolling around for extra pets, shoving her face into their hands. way more relaxed than she’d been all day. they asked about adopting her.

i explained that she was really shy, explained about what had happened with her previous adoption. these folks were very cool about it. they had no kids. they just wanted a cat to sleep on the sofa while they hung out after they got home from work. i explained that she would initially have to be confined and it might take weeks before she was ready to have access to the whole house. they were fine. i explained the stress peeing. they said they’d keep her in a bathroom initially and it wouldn’t be a big deal. i explained she would need a certain level of attention from them to feel safe and comfortable with them. they said they were excited to spend the time with her.

i had them talk to the foster and she was so reassured by them that she agreed it would be okay to adopt this cat without a partner cat.

so, 24 hours after getting returned, she got re-adopted by people who are prepared to work with her and help her adjust and who passed over a lot of very cute kittens for her. it felt like such a victory. adult cat adoptions are tough, and these folks seemed to committed to making it work, and she really liked them right off the bat.

so. there are good small things happening out there.

My mother and I were wandering home along Hope Street that afternoon when we bumped into John and Stuart who were about to cross the road to the Philharmonic pub. We’d heard about John from Stuart but it was the first time my mother or I had met him. He seemed shy and had no casual conversation. I immediately felt intimidated by him. On being introduced he hardly made eye contact, barely acknowledged us at all. He appeared not to conform to bourgeois conventions like saying, ‘Hello’ or 'Pleased to meet you.’

He was interestingly dressed. He was neither a Teddy Boy nor a beatnik, a hybrid. I liked how he looked. Stuart was clearly proud of him. Stuart was lean and not very tall, around five foot seven, but people always looked at him, picked him out. He wore these tight jeans and coloured shirts. And his dark glasses on his freckled face. They were part of his uniform long before he left Liverpool. I suspect that many of john’s actions reflected some of my brother’s rebellious inner wishes. In that way they were committed to each other, a team: John was mesmerized by Stuart, who was always a noted stylist, crossing the boundaries between high and low art. Our first meeting  with john made it obvious that being different was a quality much admired by Stuart.

John was scruffy in attitude but not in the intriguing way he looked. The beatnik phase was tired but still around and John had hints of it along with the winkle pickers and drainpipe jeans - drainies - and greasy hair in what we called a Tony Curtis style, a ludicrous, gravity-defying endeavour involving jars of Brylcreem. He kept looking at Stuart who was talking to us but was unusually nervous. John was bigger than my brother and was quiet, but like a firework; I felt his personality could explode.

—  Pauline Sutcliffe, “The Beatles’ Shadow: Stuart Sutcliffe & His Lonely Hearts Club”

i was at the womens march in DC today and i saw such cute people omg??? i saw this one person and they were so cute??? i was crying?? and like we made eye contact from far away and i looked away real fast cuz im shy as hell but then we ended up being next to each other for a min later and i smiled at them and said hi!! they smiled and said hi back and they were so cute when theu smiled oh my god! i wanted to ask for their number but i couldnt work up the nerve :/ they were so so cute tho omg

I made eye contact with a lady selling moisturizer and got dragged into a ten minute demonstration

She wanted to sell me hand cream for a hundred bucks? Bitch? I ain’t got that money!

Today at the zoo

Today while working my volunteer shift at tigers, I had a mom and her daughter(probably my age) come up and were looking up at the tigers. The mom pointedly asked if the tiger was unhappy, because he had been pretty focused on the back gate, where the keepers work. I explained to her that because the keepers were nearby that he, like some of our other animals, would become fixated on them and it doesn’t necessarily indicate a distressed or unhappy animal. The mom then says to the daughter “see, do you feel better?” And she must have seen the curiosity on my face because the mom says “she hasn’t been to a zoo in who knows how long, i had to drag her to come.” Indicating that she wasn’t a fan of zoos.

Now up until now the daughter hadn’t made eye contact at all and just looked unhappy to be there. Because her obvious perception was that the animals were bored and unhappy, I started explaining the different enrichment we use, the fact we use perfumes and spices like cinnamon to keep them stimulated. And she laughed in surprise for the first time and looked at me: “wait really?” And I went on to explain training and even our ultrasound trained polar bear, our conservation efforts, our nonprofit status, and finally that she was contributing to us helping save species just by coming. She was helping us save the very tiger that she was concerned for at the beginning, and I thanked her for helping us save tigers and so so many other animals from extinction. By the end of it, she was moved to tears and hugged me, thanking me for changing her view on zoos, and that she’d had no idea we were making such an impact.

This is exactly why I do this. This is why good zoos matter. And this is what keeps me working towards my zoo career.

Day Fifty

-I handed a young boy a sticker. He immediately launched a thorough scientific investigation. He discovered that the sticker was thin enough to fit through the three-inch slot in the side of the cart. Mesmerized, he called it a day and took a nap.

-A woman took several items of clothing off of a rack across from my register and layered them on over her young daughter’s clothes. The mother made eye contact with me for the entirety of this. They then walked through the store, tags clattering together, an almost impressive lack of any form of care. 

-”A fox pillow!” A woman exclaimed, excited to see the purchase of the guest behind her. “I love fox things. I work with a fox for my job, so I’m always looking for fox things.” My career path has taken a sharp turn and is now on a trajectory for whatever she does for a living.

-I rang up a man in his mid-thirties with a not-quite-full, Cheeto-colored goatee, purchasing three death metal CDs. Behind him was an older woman with eyeliner thick enough to build the Titanic and sharp enough to sink it. This woman then established herself to be his mother and insisted upon paying for his albums as well as her fur-lined Uggs. The man did not waver in his trying-very-hard-to-seem-tough demeanor, and I have to respect that.

-I was startled as a voice loudly greeted me, a woman having gotten the drop on me by approaching the register from the wrong side. I soon pieced together that she was, almost beyond shadow of a doubt, a serial killer at her nursing home, prone to take trophies from her victims. Her mastery of the element of surprise was my first hint. My second, her dentures, clearly made for a far larger mouth, barely fitting within her lips.

-A mother mentioned using Cartwheel, our coupon app. Her toddler asked from atop her husband’s shoulders, “Like gymnastics?” I could see in this boy’s eyes his unadulterated excitement at seeing his mother do flips in the checkout line, as well as his imminent disappointment when he would soon find out the much more mundane truth.

-A college-aged boy, desperate to impress the two girls accompanying him, set out to convince the world how masculine and heterosexual he was by carrying out every bag from each of their purchases on his own. He managed to overestimate his strength and not take into account the ten-gallon tub of cat litter. To the man’s credit, he committed to what he set out to do, and left the store with six bags on each arm and a look of red-faced constipation grimacing all the way.

Day Seventy-Nine

-From the back of the line, a woman made eye contact with me and announced, “Better get our shorts out!” This was the first and last interaction I had with her. I cannot think of a better one.

-A man came through my lane, purchasing a spool of floss with a dire sense of urgency. I think about him a lot now. I hope that everything turned out okay.

-I have realized that of the guests who have come through my store and recognized me from these stories, none have returned. I fear I have ruined shopping for them forever.

-An elderly man told me that he had lost his wife and that she had told him not to call her if they became separated. He spent an hour searching the store for the woman he had misplaced, scanning every aisle, entering and leaving the store multiple times. He finally left the store alone, not to return, presumably either realizing his wife was at home all along or deciding that she was ready to fend for herself.

-Several guests have decided that simply by telling me the price they want to pay, I am required to charge them that in lieu of the full price. While the majority of the time this happens, there is a reason for it, several have simply told me they did not want to pay full price and wanted me to lower it. I appreciated this tactic and will be sure to utilize it when discussing pay raises.

-A woman told me that she was unable to open our Cartwheel app. I offered to scan her items with mine to see what sales were available. Upon scanning and bagging her entire purchase I realized that, while I ran each item through Cartwheel, I had neglected to run them through the register itself. This is what we in the biz (which is what we in the biz call “the business”) call “nailing it.”

I’m curious…

What Autistic Thing thing were you most surprised to learn was different in other people?

So like, lets say you look toward people when you talk, but not at their eyes, and were surprised everyone else actually looks at the eyes of who they talk to. Or maybe you thought everyone cared more about texture of food then taste. Stuff like that.

Mine was the eye contact thing btw. For the longest time, well into my teens, I just assumed no one actually made eye contact unless they specifically said to. 

There was so much emphasis in my life of looking at people when they were angry with me, or the deep look of romance in movies and the like, that I honestly believed direct eye contact was only ever not a casual thing. I thought it was a figure of speech to look at someone while they are talking.

So on top of the eye contact equals overload, I thought it was supposed to be that way for a long time.