#fl.irted.

He rubs the nape of his neck, unsure of what to say or how to coax his roommate. “Er, was today’s practice really that bad?” He kneels to the ground and props his chin on top of the mattress. “You’ve never... really come back this... bad?”

“I’m assuming you didn’t like my song, though.” He laughs, rubbing the nape of his neck. “That’s cool, not many do anyways.”

He stares at Alexa wide eyed, coughing and wheezing (he choked on his own spit, why must this happen). This is honestly not something he expected to come up between the two of them, he doesn’t even know who she was referring to. “Who are you referring to?” he asks once his coughs subsides. “There’s plenty of girls I’m around, like Lili, you, Steven’s sister, the ones I try to win with my amazing singing.” He pauses, trying to shift through the many faces of girls he’s interacted with recently. Oh, there’s her. “Wait, a-are you talking about my ex? She just came to visit, I think.”

There’s a grim expression of her face and he can’t help but to frown slightly. What was there to talk about? Had he done something wrong again? Surely he hasn’t, it’s been a week since his last fuck-up. A smile easily forms on his face-- it doesn’t reach his eyes (it never has). He nods, “sure! Watcha wanna talk about with me?”

“Have I ever met your parents?” He asks, blinking slightly and briefly confused. It’s an odd question to be asked by a girl (a rather pretty one too!) and he isn’t sure how to take it. However, the baffled expression is replaced with a lopsided grin. “Is this some sort of proposal? Or are you asking me to meet your mum and dad?” He laughs. “A bit silly, but I believe that’s impossible~ I’d probably get killed by your dad, maybe?”

He scrunches his nose and looks at the boy curiously. He doesn’t ever recall cheating, or even being in a relationship (he really should know that). “What’re you talking about, Em? Cheating, I’ve never-- oh.” He’s talking about that cheating. He gives a hearty laugh and pats Emrys’ back, ignoring the small frown given upon contact. “You kiddin’ me? I’d never cheat off your assignments, yeah sure, other classes, but not advanced writing.” He grins, seemingly proud of who knows what. “I’m actually passing that class.”

(` he blinks at the boy, opens mouth then closes. what the fuck ) Are we talking about  pictures or is this...? Why are you-- (` pauses and pouts, ponders on what he’s-- fuck, that’s what he meant  ) Wait a minute-- are you bloody shitting me? That’s... that’s... are you a cannibal? 

Lukas doesn’t believe in that simply because he thinks that notion is silly and that the world can’t be dictated by something like that. For every good there’s an evil, for every darkness there’s a light-- he doesn’t believe in any of that. He believes that there’s more than dark and light, evil and good, there’s more than two sides to everything.