Lucas wipes at his face, but he's run out of steam for crying at the moment. He steps inside his room, admitting Enzo and Minus. He sits down on the floor, the only furniture in his room being a bed and a dresser doubling as a nightstand. His blanket made its way down there courtesy of Autor.
"The whole time it was me an' Claus," he says. "Claus was th' other one pulling th' Needles."
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Date: 2014-03-22 03:43 am (UTC)"You're here now. That's better'n not at all."
Lucas wipes at his face, but he's run out of steam for crying at the moment. He steps inside his room, admitting Enzo and Minus. He sits down on the floor, the only furniture in his room being a bed and a dresser doubling as a nightstand. His blanket made its way down there courtesy of Autor.
"The whole time it was me an' Claus," he says. "Claus was th' other one pulling th' Needles."
He props his face in his hands.