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[surface_level]

[ He hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, he hasn't exactly moved, or eaten, or spoken, since he has yet to hear what he's wishing to hear. Lucas sits against the wall wrapped in a coat, staring at a screen that he's managed to make show all of the Twilight films on repeat (yes, seriously). ]

Comments

[campjesus]

Well if you ever get attacked by a gang of rapists in some nowhere town in Washington I promise to stalk you in a Volvo and run them over.

[surface_level]

Perhaps I must improve your spirits now with a game of baseball.

[campjesus]

Only if you wear the dorky little outfit. With a bouffant.

[surface_level]

This costume is for vampires only. I expect it will flatter you.

[campjesus]

Mmph. [ he crawls into his lap and presses his face against his chest. ]