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LUCAS SNOW
CEYLON MERFOLK
LOCATION | INTERACTION | MENTIONS
Lucas laughed with a mouthful of fruit tart, slapping a hand onto his mouth to keep any from spitting out. But he swallowed before he spoke, well, most of it. "Sharon134 may not have the most standard of usernames, but they clearly know all when it comes to fruit tarts, I hope the same with the salad." He chomped into his dessert again, polishing off the first piece and looking down at his feet very seriously as he did. "I can confirm the socks have gone and are nowhere in sight."
They had shared a meal with thousands of miles between them too many times to count, but each time Lucas had to pause to watch her try what he offered her. Judging by her brief moment of silence as she tasted the kulfi, it must have been good. A familiar warmth bubbled up his heart and spread across his chest. "You're also very welcomed. But - oh-" he squinted his eyes at his screen, oh so very carefully looking at the pixels that formed her image. "I think I see you losing hair. You're definitely going bald with how wowed your mind is right now."
With a smile so smug, he dropped his back against his chair and took his first bite out of his salad. "We might have to call a truce. I think it's only fair with me losing my socks and you losing your hair. At least it'll instantly grow back though, right?"
(An online conversation with Gala in Rockcaster)
They had shared a meal with thousands of miles between them too many times to count, but each time Lucas had to pause to watch her try what he offered her. Judging by her brief moment of silence as she tasted the kulfi, it must have been good. A familiar warmth bubbled up his heart and spread across his chest. "You're also very welcomed. But - oh-" he squinted his eyes at his screen, oh so very carefully looking at the pixels that formed her image. "I think I see you losing hair. You're definitely going bald with how wowed your mind is right now."
With a smile so smug, he dropped his back against his chair and took his first bite out of his salad. "We might have to call a truce. I think it's only fair with me losing my socks and you losing your hair. At least it'll instantly grow back though, right?"
(An online conversation with Gala in Rockcaster)
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