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@lunaetis       /       sc.

despite the fact he may seem like he’s dense lukas knows some things --- and one of those things is that he’s pretty good at making things either weird or awkward or both.   not like he does it on purpose , either , it’s just how he is sometimes and he regrets it for the most part.   so when he turns around after knocking someone out in a fight ( he’d been trying to avoid violence but he also didn’t really want to have to visit his doctor acquaintance again )      only to find someone standing there he pauses. yeah , this probably qualified for the weird list. and awkward. maybe both.

he blinks , once , twice , three times in total before he slowly lifts his hands only to realise his gloves have been torn from the knife the other man had carried and his scars were accentuated by bits of blood running over them.   he takes a few steps back and takes a deep breath.   he’s not exactly sure what he’s supposed to do to prove that he was , in fact , not as evil as he might seem right now. it’s just that he overheard the currently unconscious man talking about attacking someone else & that the situation  had escalated after lukas ,  surprisingly politely ,  told him not to  do something that stupid. the fact he kept getting caught doing vaguely bad things was really something he needed to get a check on        --- that couldn’t be normal.

❝ alright , so--- i know yer’ gonna wanna call authorities on me--- but in my    defense this guy was talking about attacking someone---       i couldn’t---    i didn’t want him to do that--- so , uh , i--- i don’t really know what t’ do. ❞

his voice was calm   ,   surprisingly even despite the fact he’s out of breath from  dodging a few blows here and there. when he finally regains all his senses only then does he let out a pained wince. okay , so he may have gotten caught up in more trouble than  he expected but it’s not like it wasn’t for a good cause.   still , the burn is enough to have him slump down    ,     gravity and the overwhelming  sensation of all his small and bigger injuries coming together in a culmination of pure pain eventually getting the best of him.         still , he smiles just a bit , tone  heavy but still flickering with almost vague amusement. he’d live. he always did. ❝ you don’t happen t’ be a doctor , d’ya ? ❞      is all he brings out before he  coughs   ,  forcing himself to stand on wobbly legs while his vision blurs.   he’s dancing on the edge of unconsciousness , and yet something tells him to stay awake , to make sure to witness what happens next. and he does , will ... tries.