Huh?

[a_gentle_boy]

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[Oh OK so.  That just happened.  ...Lucas listens a little blankly to the announcement before blinking a few times to himself.]

So, um.  I'm... kind of... still here... So don't worry!  ...I mean, not that it's really that important, and there are probably a lot of other people who are really gone, but.  ...Is there someone else named Lucas here?

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[Today is a normal day.  Lucas delivers the mail, takes his rounds making sure his friends are alright, stops by at the malt shop... And yet, everywhere he goes, he gets nothing but dirty glances.  It's more than mildly confusing, and so it is that he ends up sitting on his front porch frowning to himself.  It's been a long time since he's done so, but eventually, he'll get out the yo-yo and begin to quietly practice some tricks by himself.

The rhythmicity of the movements makes him feel a bit better.]

((Lucas was wiped, so please respond as if he were fake!))

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I used to use it as a weapon.

[This is spoken perhaps a little more casually than it should be.]

...I got a lot of practice.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Ah. You're young for that. [She says it with a little sigh, all the negativity in her words directed not at him, but at something else. Boys that look so young shouldn't have to fight, even if she knows that's a silly thought, for all the things she knows and has seen.]

But I bet you were magnificent.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh. Just alright.

[There's a Forward Pass as he absentmindedly continues to play.]

...So. How's Mr. Netherlands holding up?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[She freezes at that, and for a long moment, there's nothing but silence from her. She doesn't want to talk about him, doesn't want to think about him, or the stupid way her stupid human feelings hurt when she was all wrong in his eyes and didn't know how to fix it. The average person may be starting to wonder if she didn't hear the question at all when she finally swallows and answers.]

He's usual stoic self. You know how he is. He... he'll be fine.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas nods a little bit to that.]

...I was too afraid to talk to him earlier. I didn't want to hear what he would have to say. ...It's probably better for everyone if we stay out of each others' way until all of this is over.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Probably, yes. I know I'll be staying out as much as possible.

[She glances at the boy, not necessarily Lucas, because she prides herself on her memory and she wouldn't have remembered a sweet thing like him wrong, but at least Lucas-like.] It will end, though. [It's both a reassurance for him and a request for reaffirmation for herself.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[Lucas keeps his gaze skyward as he usually does.]

It always does. In a month or two, we'll have forgotten all of this even happened.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[She hums, not believing that. The only way she forgets anything, it seems, is if Mayfield expressly makes it so. Maybe that'll be their reward this time.]

Right. Back to Mayfield normal.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

The closest to normal we can really get.

[Lucas flicks the yo-yo out, almost leisurely.]

If, um. You want to come inside or something, you're welcome to. ...Everyone in my house is the same way.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Oh. Thank you. I... I might, if it really won't be a bother. I'm not entirely sure how welcome Hilda or I am at the house right now.