#lukaramirez

“maybe this time i won’t burn,” luka chuckled to himself as he moved towards a picnic table by the beach with his stuff. the dress code was unfortunate but really it gave him an excuse to get out of his own head for a bit and go outside and get some sun. he’s been avoiding going into work the last couple of days, and has had his phone on silent under his mattress too. he needed some him time that wasn’t just sulking around. “oh–um…can i join you? or um…use this table too?” he questioned when he saw someone was already occupying it.

There was something to be said about living on a tropical island. Something that Grace admitted she didn’t take advantage of nearly enough. That was going to change today. We had decided to take a few hours off from the shop, and spend the day at the beach. The day was rather perfect for it, warm but with a soft breeze to keep it from being stifling. She had already taken a refreshing dip and was now heading back to her table to read, when she spotted a familiar figure. Well well..this day had just gotten better. Grace smiled, reaching across Luka to grab a towel, her blue suit catching the sun. “I would be delighted if you would join me darling!”

[text] Jackson: The hand’s just fine, kid. Nothing more than a few bruises. 

Ciaran honestly couldn’t believe that he had actually done it. He had fully expected to pussy out at the last minute but no, that form had been filled out and submitted, and likely grudgingly accepted. And then it was done: he had made his first rental since he had put his life in the shitter. He had taken that first step, and even though he felt like hurling, he was..looking forward to it. Luka was a sweetheart of a lad, a calming presence in spite of his nervous demeanor. And Ciaran genuinely wanted to know him better and give him a safe place to crash for a few days. After his last class of the day ended, he made a quick trip to the market so that his kitchen gave the impression of being marginally well stocked, then hopped on his bike and headed to the dorms.

Stopping at Luka’s cell, he rapped lightly on the doorjam and peered inside, giving the man a warm smile. “Hey there love, ready to blow this shit stand for a few days?”

Dhani felt like he was getting into the swing of things again with his writing. After his meeting with Margeaux over slipping grades, he knew he couldn’t let his breakup over run his life. Eventually he had to get back up on his feet. When Daisy worked out whatever she needed to work out, it really wouldn’t do for her to see him such a hopeless wreck. She knew how badly she had hurt him. He saw how badly she was hurting for breaking up with him. But she still loved him. And he loved her more than anything, so he would wait until she was ready to talk about it. He couldn’t put his whole life on pause while she figured things out, though.

“Hey,” Dhani walked over to the new kid in class, giving a small wave to Margeaux as they were headed out of class. “Luka, right? I’m Dhani. Thanks for the pencil earlier. I’ve been... really scatterbrained lately.” Dhani handed the pencil he had borrowed earlier back to the guy.

“sorry…were you…were you talking to me?” luka questioned, soft blue eyes shifting up from his notes to the other near by. lately luka’s been lost in his own head. keeping to himself as normal though he was starting to break out of his shell little by little. he talked to his roommates a lot, and he was making some kind of relationships. but his fear, paranoia and anxiety would ruin it eventually. he wasn’t used to people approaching him still, every situation made him tense. luka was seated at a computer in the lab, trying to get his fingers to move and write something but his gears in his mind just weren’t budging. writers block. “sorry i - i wasn’t listening.” he apologizes.

Fucking technology.. Sometimes it was his friend, other times it seemed like the damn stuff was out to get him. Today, it would be the latter. He’d had some shit that he needed to print out for his class tomorrow, and of course his printer would decide to pick that goddamn moment to start smoking. He planned to call Shaw tomorrow to have a look-see, but until then, the computer lab was his safest bet. He didn’t expect it to be crowded this time of night, which he supposed was a benefit of his procrastination. Sure enough, there was only one other person there. He dumped his shit at a desk, then turned to the younger male. “Aye, no worries love. Just asked if ya knew if the printers in here were workin’” Ciaran replied, with a light smile.

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I’m still gettin’ to know him, but so far I really like what I see. He’s just such a good lad, with a kind soul. I know he don’t see it, and it makes me worry what happened to him in his past to make him think so little of himself. I hope that I can be a good friend to him, one that will help build him up. Because that’s what he deserves. 

I think he is a descendant of Cesar Millan. Gabby listens to Jace, Alexis, and Keith, but Luka has this way of getting her to do things I have not even trained her for yet. I need to get to know him better, but I have a feeling that he is a sweetheart. Sometimes dogs are smarter than us. They know who is a good person and respond to that.