Huh?

[a_gentle_boy]

[phone]
[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?

[action]
[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]

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.