Re: Dude! FO(U)RTIFIED!!! Pt. 4: A New Hope
Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2020 6:39 pm
Lucas couldn't help but grimace. Even though he was decently sure that Princess was joking, her comment fell neatly into place with how Tyrell had made him feel earlier. Shame poured into him like water in the top of one of those puzzle meme things from Facebook, which basin will fill first, the answer always something stupid that didn't make sense, like him. Katelynne seemed to be asking a pretty genuine question, which eased the pain and soothed the sting, but it didn't heal the wound.
"Yeah, things are fine," Lucas said, "Tyrell went around back to the garden. There's someone else back there—"
He held up the collar tracker and waved it at her.
"—but I don't think he's dangerous, I don't recognize his name from the, uh, thingy, the words that happen, yeah."
His arm fell to his side limply. Nothing else to report. Lucas was better off outside. He needed to guard the entryway. Can't have the Erika boogeyman sneaking up and dakka-dakka-dakkaing everyone inside the God house. Nope! Lucas' job. Not because he wanted to, but because he was meant to.
"Well, if you need anything, I'll be out here," he said, leaning on the door-frame like a father who didn't know how to talk to their depressed teenager. Hang in there, champ. I'm rooting for you, sport. I'm always here if you need me, kiddo. You want anything from McDonalds, buddy?
Why was he thinking so much about dads today?
Lucas stepped outside, walked a step away from the doorway's line of sight, and bonked his head against the wall.
"Yeah, things are fine," Lucas said, "Tyrell went around back to the garden. There's someone else back there—"
He held up the collar tracker and waved it at her.
"—but I don't think he's dangerous, I don't recognize his name from the, uh, thingy, the words that happen, yeah."
His arm fell to his side limply. Nothing else to report. Lucas was better off outside. He needed to guard the entryway. Can't have the Erika boogeyman sneaking up and dakka-dakka-dakkaing everyone inside the God house. Nope! Lucas' job. Not because he wanted to, but because he was meant to.
"Well, if you need anything, I'll be out here," he said, leaning on the door-frame like a father who didn't know how to talk to their depressed teenager. Hang in there, champ. I'm rooting for you, sport. I'm always here if you need me, kiddo. You want anything from McDonalds, buddy?
Why was he thinking so much about dads today?
Lucas stepped outside, walked a step away from the doorway's line of sight, and bonked his head against the wall.