Things Ibuki Mioda Sure Doesn't Mind About Her Partner, But Has Learned, All Right, No. 1:
Lucas is not a quiet fella.
And yet.
Yet!
...
"AUGH, JESUS! FUCK!"
There she goes a-tumbling off the couch, an atonal CLONK of guitar strings still ringin' in her ears in the wake of that shout...!
She blinks stars out of her eyes, her limbs tumbling to settle wherever it is they've landed over the floor of the flat, and she looks about as she goes a-flailing afresh to her feet, triangulating the source of the sound!
...Things Ibuki Mioda Has Learned About Lucas No. 2, by the way?
He's about as hasty has she is. Him throwin' a big stink about something like that could mean that something nasty has happened that it's only right for a responsible lifebuddy to chip in and lend a hand with. However, it could also be something freakin' hilarious. Either event is something that she's just gotta make a beeline and attend to, and so accordingly, she practically tackles the front door open - no bother to close it behind her; jogs down the steps in her stockings with her knees kickin' high; turrrrrrns like a low-flying stunt plane into the alley just 'round the corner...!
...And is brought to yet another point, by way of a high-howling hoot 'n holler that sends her jumping back onto one leg like a drunkenly-dancing flamingo, arms pulling up in a quick-guard and cover of a cry of "ooWAH, ah, ah, AH - ...!"
(...Ahhhh, the noises you can get yourself to flow right into when you're startled...!)
Things Ibuki Has Learned About Lucas No. 3:
He is... whatcha-call-it, fickle.
Changeable.
...Really, more often than not, not one to stay spooked or irritated or what-have-you for all that long.
That's good! That's an energy she can match.
And so when she sees him staggering up to her, holding a possum under its armpits, waggling it in the air in two hands, clucking with laughter through a mouth straight-up open in a great big "D"-shape, she immediately receives the scene with a fresh gasp sucked in to a height like she's taking in a bodyful of helium.
It hits its near-popping peak.
The possum looks back over its shoulder at Lucas, whites showing at the edges of black-bead eyes. Then it looks ahead at her, and she mobilizes again.
Bursts into movement, grabby-hands outstretched, while with a "woop!", there Lucas goes spinnin' away from her, liftin' the possum up and all, till they're chest-to-chest, her clawy-grabby-hands squeezing the air underneath a swaying pink tail, and two feet, chattering as the possum stares on down, mute, its wobbly mouth bitten sealed.
"Aooh - steady now, gal...!" Lucas creaks, "You don't wanna freak the fella out, now, do ya...?"
"Mmh - !" She hops...! "You gave Ibuki a fright, first!" Hop...! "With that hullaballoo you made just now - " Hop - ! " - She's gotta wonder if he gave you a chomp, or something...!"
"Aaaaaah, you think Possum here would do that to ME - ?!" Lucas's grin pins tight in its corners, his eyes squinchin' up from below, as he sway-dances in place...! "You really gonna look 'im in the face and tell him that he seems like that kinda guy...?!"
The possum blinks, and glances off to the side.
Its tail, too, is swaying.
"Have you tamed him, or something - ?!" Hop!
"Ehhhhh, 'mean..." Lucas starts to still, his head lollin' aside into one nod. Then another, more measured. His voice keeps a-comin' on cruising through its singsongy accent. "...myyyy old uncle did know a thing or two 'bout playin' with animals...!"
The possum looks straight down again.
"Mmh - ...!" Another hop. Shorter, now, one-handed. "...Holy crap, you gotta take him inside and see if you can animal-whisper him into learning how to play a few licks on the keyboard...!"
Lucas laughs with a sound like a dust-filled squeaky toy.
"Auhhhh, hooh-hooh-hooh-hoohnh...!"
Ibuki steps back to give 'im some room as he lowers the possum. 'Front of his face, first, then his chest, as his swaying reduces further into side-to-side rocks, as he marches himself in a slow-dancing circle...
"...IIIIII don't see how that ain't worth a shot - ...!"
He pauses with his back to her.
He and the possum whip their heads to look back at her near-simultaneously.
Lucas's grin is blank-white. So white that it practically cuts right through the evening-purple.
And the possum's gaze continues to go a thousand yards long.
This ship quite sincerely gives me life.