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Nov. 7th, 2010 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pullsneedlesIt was a cold, peaceful Sunday and Lucas was out on a walk with Boney. All matters considered, things were going well. A roof over his head, plenty of food, and friends at Milliways and here. There's no denying that he's concerned about what's happening in Tazmily but so far the changes haven't been necessary or even necessarily bad.
And then he sees Fassad leaving Wess's house. Wess himself was at the door and didn't look too happy while Fassad was quietly laughing, "Nwehehehehe," under his breath.
"What's going on, Mister Wess?" Lucas asks as he and Boney come over.
"That Fassad is causing trouble again, Lucas. He said he's gonna tear my house down and build a rest home here."
"What?! But he can't do that. This is your house."
"That's what I told him," Wess says, clearly disgruntled. "Along with a few other choice words. But he's got that army with him. What can I do against them, assault their tanks with Duster's old socks?"
"Where are you gonna go, Mister Wess?"
"Fassad made it clear that he wants to put me in the rest home once it's done. And he might try to move your grandfather there, too."
"Army or not, he can't do that," Lucas says, frustrated by his own lack of ways to stop it from happening.
Boney contributes with a whine and a paw scratching at his eye.
"If only that moron was here we might be able to figure something out," Wess grumbles. "But Princess Kumatora still hasn't found him."
Lucas reaches up and pats Wess's arm.
"You can always stay with me, Mister Wess," he offers. "I'm sure Dad wouldn't mind."
"You're a good kid, Lucas," the older man replies, putting his hand on Lucas's head. "You been taking care of yourself?"
"Yessir. I've been learning how to cook and everything."
"Is that so? Bet it tastes better than what that moron used to make."
There's a brief lull in the conversation.
"Mister Wess?"
"Yes, Lucas?"
"Tazmily's gonna be really different from now on, isn't it? Like, more than we thought it'd be."
"I'm afraid you might be right, Lucas."
"It's more than just the buildings, isn't it?"
"You're probably right about that, too."
And then he sees Fassad leaving Wess's house. Wess himself was at the door and didn't look too happy while Fassad was quietly laughing, "Nwehehehehe," under his breath.
"What's going on, Mister Wess?" Lucas asks as he and Boney come over.
"That Fassad is causing trouble again, Lucas. He said he's gonna tear my house down and build a rest home here."
"What?! But he can't do that. This is your house."
"That's what I told him," Wess says, clearly disgruntled. "Along with a few other choice words. But he's got that army with him. What can I do against them, assault their tanks with Duster's old socks?"
"Where are you gonna go, Mister Wess?"
"Fassad made it clear that he wants to put me in the rest home once it's done. And he might try to move your grandfather there, too."
"Army or not, he can't do that," Lucas says, frustrated by his own lack of ways to stop it from happening.
Boney contributes with a whine and a paw scratching at his eye.
"If only that moron was here we might be able to figure something out," Wess grumbles. "But Princess Kumatora still hasn't found him."
Lucas reaches up and pats Wess's arm.
"You can always stay with me, Mister Wess," he offers. "I'm sure Dad wouldn't mind."
"You're a good kid, Lucas," the older man replies, putting his hand on Lucas's head. "You been taking care of yourself?"
"Yessir. I've been learning how to cook and everything."
"Is that so? Bet it tastes better than what that moron used to make."
There's a brief lull in the conversation.
"Mister Wess?"
"Yes, Lucas?"
"Tazmily's gonna be really different from now on, isn't it? Like, more than we thought it'd be."
"I'm afraid you might be right, Lucas."
"It's more than just the buildings, isn't it?"
"You're probably right about that, too."
