Lucas

[private, unhackable because it's an action]
Huh? . . . Your wallet?  Um.  No, I don't think so.  Don't you usually keep it in your pocket?  . . . Take it?  Why would I -- I don't even really like using money at all . . . Ah . . . B-But I haven't used any -- Um.  I really haven't . . . No, I didn't spend any money at the dance, 'Dad'.  I wasn't there for long at all . . . What?!  I-I'm not lying!  I'm really not.  I didn't see . . . I don't know where your wallet was!  I didn't even . . .

B-But.  But that's not fair!  I haven't touched any of your th -- I'm not!  Mogget?  Mogget's not my pet.  You can't 'take him away'; he doesn't even live here half the . . . What? -- No!  That's stupid!  I won't.  I won't!  And you can't make me!  . . . S-Shut up!  You're just a stupid drone!  Shut up!  Shut up!

[The door to his house slams open as Lucas storms outside .  People passing by may notice.]

[public]
[A little bit later, a public phone call is made.  Lucas sounds very much like he is holding back tears.]

 . . . . . Excuse me, everyone.  I . . . I, um.  I need to borrow money . . . -hic-  Um.  My . . . My 'dad' lost his wallet.  And h-he thinks I took it . . . He said, um.  Until . . . -hic- I gave it . . . gave it back I wouldn't be, um . . . I wouldn't be allowed to . . . -hic- -sniff-  go out . . . or .....

[The voice trails away indistinctly.]

((Ah, sorry, Crowe-mun for not asking you about this but are you OK with this?  If you're not, I'll get rid of it.  I just thought it'd be a good way to sum up some of the things Lucas has been doing since his last post.  Sorry.))