#i hope this is ok!! hmu if u get confused since this is lucas' place n all

[pk-lovely-archive]

4.20

@heliatlus

          Beneath the heart of Sector 1, in the bowls of District A, rustles echoed through the still air. For a moment the sound stopped, its source pausing as he looked around. Before him stood a crowd of rather curious pariah, drawn to the scent of sweet candles and fresh cut flowers.

         “You guys...” Lucas huffed, ceasing his sweeping. In a gentle yet assertive manner he continued on. “I know it smells good but if you all crowd around my house he wont be able to get through!” The kid giggled about as he playfully shoo’d his nosy neighbors away. It was a sight to behold, honestly. There was a time when the boy was deathly afraid and detached from the denizens of this district but after many months he had grown to respect them. They meant no harm and that’s all that mattered in the end.

          “Speaking of which...” He mutters while scrambling for his phone in his pocket. He had sent his friend a few texts prior, however, it had dawned on him that maybe he should give a bit more information other than the general location...

[Text:] Hey Atlus! I forgot to tell you more about my place, sorry! [Text:] When you take the tube down here you should be able to find my house pretty easily! [Text:] It’s a hut, and right now all my neighbors keep coming over because of the smell! [Text:] It’s a good smell, don’t worry. [Text:] Please wear rain boots! It’s a little damp around here. [Text:] I’ll leave my door wide open for you. If you see the hut with candles then you’ve found it.

          Lucas tentatively returned his phone to his pocket, doubting that anything he sent was very helpful, but now was not the time to worry about all that. The hour they had plan to meet was drawing near and he had to make sure his place was as spotless as could be. It was both a pride and hospitality thing with him, as if trying to show that he was capable to caring for himself, all grown and teen-like now. 

          Confidently he placed his hands on his hips as he surveyed his humble abode. In which credit was due, the place was not all too shabby considering it’s base state. The rickety, unsightly furniture was draped with cheap, yet endearing covers. The little table had a cutesy display of cut flowers beside a rather large scented candle and scattered throughout the place were little knickknacks the kid had collected in his time at the city, from stuffed toys from the flower festival to an obscene amount of stationary he could not resist to impulse buy on sight.

          Looks okay! A thought that did not last long for when he sat on his bed and examined the room again, whatever meager confidence he held onto subsided. It was a tad embarrassing, admittedly, when he found himself lacking an extra chair for his guest. The blond had positioned the table beside the bed, making the bed itself into a chair for himself, allowing his upcoming guest the luxury of having the only chair in the house... er... hut.

          Maybe... this was a mistake... 

          His gut sank as he thought on it more. He did not want to cause Atlus any trouble by hosting this get together at his house but in the end, would it not be as troublesome to come all the way here, in a place as depressing as this...?

          I can’t be like this! He continuously scolded himself. He was past the point of no return and would do his damnest to make his 13th birthday somewhat salvageable.