#luca02

[nate-shaw]

who: @lucent-luca​ when: last weekend of january where: mutual npc bro’s room bc nate hates both his and luca’s roommates rip

Nate handed the blunt he had been smoking over to Luca, snorting a laugh as he pulled out his phone to glance at his text messages, before tucking it back in his pocket, kicking one leg out and slumping further into the couch. His red-rimmed eyes glanced up at Luca, shaking his head. “Nah, mate, you have no idea. I accidentally fucked my exes best friend,” he said as he jumped back into the conversation, some sorta discussion about how much drama girls could be. “I thought I was about to be jumped by the pair of them,” he added, grimacing slightly as he thought about the look on Parker’s face when she had jumped to conclusions about what had happened between him and Ophelia.

[sav-grey]

who: @lucent-luca​ when: weekend of sep 24-26 where: courtyard or somethin outside along those lines

Sav had the skateboard she had gotten for herself (rather than continuing to use one of Marcello’s) tucked under one of her arms, a very specific mission in mind. Sure, she was getting better, and yes, she had tried to get Marcello to teach her, but they hadn’t gotten very far. They usually either ended up bickering (neither of them had much patience), or...well....got distracted in another way. So she was going to find Luca, take him up on the offer he made. The teaching her to skate offer, not the other ones he had attempted. She had asked around until someone knew where he was, since she didn’t have his number or anything, spotting him sitting down outside, going to drop herself next to him, a grin flashed at the male. “Okay, I’ll bite,” she said in lieu of any proper greeting. “Help teach me to skate. Relying on Marcello isn’t working out too well, and I actually do want to learn.” 

[miaxcostello]

Call | Mia & Luca

Mia: Luca? Its Mia. Okay first of, what happened last night? And second, how can I help?

[dirtypaw-arc]

@accipitrinae !! 

          so,  he’s playing dad now.  something like that.  it isn’t what he meant when he told him to keep the family line going,  too keep their blood alive and strong,  they being the last of their kind.  these were just kids picked off from the street. 

          shilah wasn’t a good father anyway,  leaving the little one home alone as he waltzed down the street.  he lets himself in and gives a grand spiel to make the kid feel safe and not call shilah to come running back.  they get a snack.  clint is his name,  and clint watches him with sharp eyes.  “  you know,  “  he begins,  slowly.  “  he’s going to have kids of his own one day.  you’re not really his kid,  or do you think so?  “