@Fraust
Lucas sighed. "Yeah, stealing won't get you on anyone's good side. Just… ignore them. You know you don't have fleas, so hold your head high and do what you need to do."
Lucas sighed. "Yeah, stealing won't get you on anyone's good side. Just… ignore them. You know you don't have fleas, so hold your head high and do what you need to do."
"And that is?" He said while shaking his head.
"Whatever your job is!"
"I don't have a job!" He spate, ripping off the birds head because he didn't care at this point, "I never had a job! I grew up on the streets like my siblings and because of that no one wants me!"
Lucas sighed again, deciding to give it up. "Whatever, I'm sure something will work itself out."
"I doubt that." He muttered, turning away he began pulling out the birds feathers.
"Hey! I told you not to bring that thing in here! You're getting… b-blood, on the floor…" Lucas suddenly felt lightheaded. Great, so apparently I'm afraid of blood as well as dead things…
(But he's on the roof!!)
"FImmmmmmhimm…" He grumbled, plucking the feathers farther away from the window.
(Omg poor little Lukey. D:)
( >;D Suffer that little baby that must grow up even though I still feel bad for him!)
(And why aren't you joining in?!)
(Well I’m drawing and dying because I can’t do shadows.
Also because Aaliyah is eating her waffles and muttering how sweet they are.)
Lucas sat down on the bed, his head spinning. "P-Please, just take it away Thatcher…"
"B-B-But.." He looked at him with puppy dog eyes, "I like it up here."
Aaliyah watched the two have their odd conversation while eating her waffle, “It’s so sweet.”
"Do you want me to pass out? I-I can't deal with the blood, or… t-the dead bird…" Lucas closed his eyes, holding his head in his hands.
"You were the one who threw a waffle at it, if you had not it would have been in the sky and I would not have caught it."
Lucas froze. Oh, no… he found out… hopefully Aaliyah's too distracted with her waffle to notice…
"And you know what?" He said evilly, sticking on foot throw the window, "I don't like waffles." He lifted the uneaten golden honey-glazed waffle and twirled it around in the air.
And now he has proof.. Lucas quickly grabbed the waffle and threw it out the window again, hoping he had done it before Aaliyah noticed.
"Nooooo!" He cried in slow motion, "I know why you did that!" He sneered, throwing the dead bird at Lucas and leaping out of the window after the waffle.
“Lucas.” Aaliyah said, eating her waffle.
Lucas jumped away from the bird, trembling slightly. "Y-Yes, Ally?"
Just then Thatcher stormed back through the window with the waffle in his jaw. "Boom!" He spate, throwing it in Lucas's face.
She put her chin on her palm, “Did you not eat your waffles and instead, threw them outside the window?”
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