Doodler on the Roof [Lucian/Dale]

Art was a wonderful thing. It uplifted people and inspired them, it drove them to the depths of sorrow, it could induce awe and wonder or inflict confusion and outrage. Truly, an art to be proud of.
Right now, sat with a sketchpad and a collection of pencils on his persons, Dale was trying to master the...well. The art of Art. From his current position, pencil in hand and canine by his side, he saw many things in his surroundings, and did his best to learn how to properly inscribe their shapes onto paper.
It would be all well and good had his chosen location to do so not been on top of someone's roof. Someone of great importance no less, both in the world he once called home and in the events to come.

Not that Dale knew any of that. He was just sketching the neighbourhood as his legs dangled from the man's roof, feet idly swaying in the air as they kicked against the poor man's wall.

As his robotic companion nuzzled against him, Dale took a moment to pet the little dog before returning to his doodling.
He was glad he found out about this. It gave him a rare sense of peace.

Dale pauses. He looks down at Lucian, looks at Lucian's roof, and back to Lucian again.
"I'm drawing." He says, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "It's nice here. It's comfy, and I can see the best from right here out of all the places."
He starts his doodling again, trying to get a better sketch of the house across from him. "Those 'police' people pay attention to here too, and with that and being able to see well, it's safer here. They have to get up here too, which is good." That was...a hard window to get right.

He looks at Lucian again. He thinks a moment, before turning a page. They didn't seem to be moving much, and he didn't usually get to do people with something to look at, so this was a good chance. His pencil goes to work sketching Lucian as Chip frolics atop the poor man's roof.

And apparently, this was now happening. “Well if you’re going to help yourself to my property, could you at least keep your dog under control? It's going to wake up my family.” Wait wait wait wait… police? As in, Junction department of security police? Was… was a wanted man sitting on his roof?! “Alright, sir, listen up. I don’t want to be that guy, but it is way too early in the morning for me to deal with this. So if you would be so kind as to grab your dog and sketchbook and you’re not even listening to me are you?” It was about halfway into his sentence that Lucian realized the man was now taking occasional peeks at him rather than the buildings behind him as he continued to draw. Where did this man even come from? Was he one of the neighbors he hadn’t gotten the chance to properly meet yet, or was this just Fate having a giggle by recreating Hachiko on his roof? "Look, just... please get down from my roof. I'm asking nicely. Why mine anyway?" The roof  of the house parallel to his had the literal exact same view, with the exception that its owner was either not yet awake or not home at all and thus couldn't be bothered by a mystery man on their roof. Much less than Lucian could say.

"He won't wake anyone up...never has before. Or...did he wake you up?" That was important to know. Any noises Chip made hadn't woken sleeping people up before. If Chip had woken this person up, then it was easier to hear through these buildings than he last knew.
Dale looks at Lucian oddly as he suddenly breaks off his tangent. Why was he suddenly changing what he was saying? And also- "What do you mean? You're saying things where I can hear them. I can't not listen. I don't think I can make my ears not hear things..." Not that he'd want to - that was a TERRIBLE idea. Something would get him, and that would be bad. Really bad.
He gives Lucian yet another confused look as he asks why his roof of all of them. "I just told you...?"
This person was confusing him. Why were...actually, some of the junc-sons looked like people. Maybe? "Are you normal people? Are you a junc-son? You act weird. You don't make sense."

"Bio...oh! Oh, those places." Even if he didn't get some of the words the guy was saying, he did agree that those were really nice places...mostly. But..."I don't want to bother Julie, I keep getting lost in the cold one, one of them is just too wet, and..." He pauses. That empty one. He hadn't actually seen something specifically like that, but..."...the last one reminds me of stuff."
Hair was hard to do...he kept having to redo that. "Besides, I want to draw this stuff, not that stuff."

Dale gives Lucian a...strange, look at his explanation, as if wondering why he was explaining it in the first place. "Not Junction. Junc-son. Junction Person. All those weird people. I know Junction isn't a race." There was no running, for one. People ran in it, but that was different.
Dale freezes at the question of if he's human...and pointedly does not say anything on the matter. It was about as subtle as a dog barking at a window in the early morning, as Chip seemed to be doing at that very moment.

At the sudden yell, Dale tucks in, rolls backward, coming to a halt with his belongings tucked away and he himself in a low crouch. Needless to say, he was alarmed.
He learned more as he heard a second voice. Coming from...the place he was on top of? And they knew the yelling man? That...he knew this place was different, but he still had no idea how people were able to be in the same area without wanting to hurt each other, let alone sleep in the same place. It was so different, and while he'd stopped being surprised by it, he still didn't know how it worked. Did they just hide it better?
It also made it clear for sure that yes, the man was right, and they could hear him and Chip inside there. Which...also made him wonder why nobody else bothered him over it before. More questions. Always more questions.

Speaking of which..."What does 'under house arrest' mean?"
Chip stopped frolicking, and started watching Lucian for anything else sudden. His eyes were different - mostly in the fact that they were actual, proper eyes with depth, far different to the flat display of before. They didn't belong on the dog, and they certainly weren't a natural effect.

It was tense, as Lucian stared down his daughter. Not that Dale really understood the idea of family relations properly, let alone being related to people in general, but the sheer fact that she came out of the same building indicated that they felt safe enough around each other to stick together and he was wondering if his being there managed to ruin that.
He really hoped not.
He didn't need the reminder of what happened in the other place.

As the signs of hostility faded, he became less tense, but Dale still found himself gathering his things properly. Making sure they were secure on his person, that they'd stay on him if he had to move. He watched as Lucian walked inside to come out with a ladder, and retreated from the edge of the roof as it became apparent that the interestingly dressed man was about to come up there.
He didn't do anything once he was up, but...
It was probably a good idea to leave at this point.
While Lucian was pointing, Chip leapt into the enclosure that was Dale's suit, and rather than use the ladder Dale opted to flip over the edge of the roof and drop straight to the ground. Getting up once more with little to no sign any ill effect from just dropping off his roof, he stood up and left for places unknown, looking between Alice and Lucian in a way that suggested a both lack of understanding and curiosity as to how they behaved as they did with each other.

All that was left behind was a drawing torn loose - a grumpy looking Lucian standing in his fuzzy slippers.
It wasn't bad, but it looked more like a kid's drawing than a grown man's.

Normally, Dale would be off at full tilt if someone was yelling at him not to go anywhere while running towards him, but between it being the person that calmed down the angry man, and the facts that her hands were busy and he could probably beat her down if he had to, he figured the situation wasn't an amazingly dangerous one.

Once more, not a word was said, taking the offering and watching as the girl left once more. He looked it over - kind of like something he'd seen before, but...less bulky. Would it...?
He draped the blanket around himself like a cloak, wrapping it around making it secure.
...yeah. This was nice.
He set off once more.