BREAK-IN : for luka to discover @cemetarye robbing their place.
The girls were out of the house, and Luka decided self-care was the top of his priority list tonight. He would listen to a podcast about Jonathan Groff's dating life, and he would smoke that last blunt Tobi had meticulously left rolled for him to enjoy. He was donning a face mask, lying in bed, when he heard a sound.
The door coming to a sudden jarring open - like it'd been kicked off its hinges. He sits upright and the two cucumber slices decorating his eyes fall off.
“Tobi?” His voice is a warble echo of fear - why the hell had he decided to stay home tonight? An evening of peace wasn't worth this. He should have known better than to stay home alone. The entities were coming for his ass. The entities they had taunted and antagonized had followed them home and they were going to leave his body mangled for his best friend to discover.
Why the hell had he left his phone in the living room? “Curse you, airpods,” it's a soft whisper to himself - digits curl around the only weapon he could find, a lamp, because he couldn't find the baseball bat, “Hello?”
He's shaking like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane when he clears the doorframe and steps into the hall. He's already swinging, and missing every time, because they are standing ten feet apart. When he finally catches on: “Auntie?”
He lets the lamp dangle, and then he rushes her, like she isn't the very reason for his terror, “God, you scared the beejeesus out of me!”
Is she holding onto a garbage bag? He looks down - it clatters together awkwardly inside, and he tries to mask the feelings that cross his face. His mouth twists at first, and then he smiles, “Really nice of you to take the trash out for us.” He knows. Since he was a kid he's known. “You're so awesome, Aunt Delia. Do you, maybe wanna stay? I can order a pizza.”