#chat: luc

[dirtwatchman]

@loveandluc from here. [pm] It means a lot, actually. [...] [d: Could we talk] [d: If you want to tell me more about that whole dead thing] Are you okay?

[pm] [.....] I stole your body and you're asking me if I'm okay? Are you okay?

[reignregine]

Regine’s swirling the drink stick in her lychee martini, glancing over at Luc after what feels like too long a silence with a look she thinks she can read pretty well, but doesn’t want to. “If you have something to say, just say it.” @oofluc​

[ravenbrenna09]

Jij Verliest - Chapter Four: Clip 4

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Maandag 15:10

Maandag 15:23

From the moment that Robbe got Lucas’s text message, his stomach was a nervous wreck. 

As soon as Lucas’s initial message had come through, Robbe was unlocking his bike outside his lecture hall in an attempt to flee to the flatshare, because his typical start for streams was 15:00. When he had initially made his increased streaming schedule, he hadn’t intended to cut it this close. But his professor had hosted a review session for their test and Robbe wanted to stay to get some extra study time. He had sent out a tweet about being late, but Lucas’s text had pushed it back further.

As he waited impatiently for Lucas’s ‘safe’ text to come through, Robbe went back in the building and pulled out his notes. Even though he was flipping through them, he could barely read what his own handwriting said. Or, rather, he wasn’t really registering it. His eyes glossed over the words as his mind went into a frenzy. His brain was focused on one thing: figuring out what was so devastating that Lucas would send him a text message telling him to stay away from the flatshare without an explanation. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until Lucas sent him another message. Immediately, Robbe collected his things and rushed home. 

By the time he made it into the lobby, his thighs were incredibly sore and he was out of breath. But he didn’t care as he frantically hit the ‘up’ button. The elevator rose a little too slowly for him and felt like it grew slower by the second. Tapping his fingers against the elevator door only seemed to make time slow down even further. As soon as the elevator reached the fifth floor, Robbe was already at the doors, sliding through them as soon as they were open wide enough. 

Down the hallway, the door to the flatshare swung open. Robbe felt his chest seize up. Did he get home too quickly and would accidentally end up running into the person that Lucas was helping him avoid? However, his chest unclenched as Lucas stepped out into the hallway, holding the door open with his foot. Robbe sprinted to him and his mind started racing with the pre-stream checklist that he would likely have to rush through. As he passed Lucas into the foyer of the apartment, he could sense the tension in Lucas’s shoulders and his own tensed in response. 

As soon as he stepped inside, his feet took him to his bedroom. With inelegant ease, he kicked off his shoes and tossed his backpack onto the bed, not worrying about the fact that his notebooks tipped out of the half-unzipped backpack. His room was still as messy as he had left it this morning. The mess always bothered him while streaming, but there was nothing that he could do about it today. He moved to his desk chair, practically sliding into his chair, and placed one of the earphones over his ear. 

As Robbe hurried through his pre-stream checklist, he glanced at Lucas. Through the open door to the hallway, he could see him closing the front door and making sure to click it shut. Once it was, he turned around and marched directly into Robbe’s bedroom. There was a serious and somewhat annoyed look on his face, which made Robbe pause slightly. 

Bu, it was Lucas closing the door to the hallway that set off every trigger for the alarms in Robbe’s head. 

It signaled the impending explosion in his head, capable of leveling a city block. Maybe two. Robbe’s jaw set into place and his hand paused on the back of the mouse. The haste that he had to start the stream skidded to a halt and he found himself waiting for whatever news Lucas was going to drop. He knew something was wrong. “What’s going on, Luc?”

Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. “Thomas stopped by.” 

Robbe blinked. He waited for several seconds—waited for Jens to jump out with a video camera in hand and yell ‘Pranked!’ at the top of their lungs, or Moyo, or someone, and they would laugh it all out—but it never happened. Standing in front of him with his arms crossed, Lucas looked frighteningly serious. An unsettled feeling stirred in Robbe’s stomach and briefly rekindled the anger from last Wednesday. This news wasn’t a prank. “What?” 

“Yeah,” Lucas said. “He said that he was looking for you.”

“Is this about that stupid watch again? I swear to God—”

“I don’t know,” Lucas said, cutting him off. Robbe let out a disgruntled breath and moved back to check the sound on the microphone. “In all honesty, he simply hung around in the kitchen waiting for you. He said that it was ‘important’ and ‘urgent’ that he spoke to you right now, but you weren’t answering any of his messages so he came to see if you were home. I told him that I would text you.” Robbe nodded and Lucas stepped toward him, leaning against his desk. “But, apparently, he must have taken a late lunch because he only stayed for about twenty minutes. As soon as he found out Jens was studying in my room, he got really nervous.”

“Why?” 

“Probably because he knows that Jens doesn’t like him—that he never did,” Lucas said. 

Robbe paused, glancing over at Lucas. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”

“No, Jens was taking a nap when I heard him knock on the door and he was still asleep the last time I checked on him,” Lucas said. Robbe let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. He glanced at Robbe’s bedroom door and let out a sigh, his shoulders deflating a little. Lucas turned back to Robbe and took a step closer. “Since he has a test tomorrow, I didn’t feel like bailing him out of jail or quizzing him on flashcards through the cell doors. I’ll tell him after his test on Thursday.” 

“Yeah,” Robbe said. “That’s probably a good idea.” Pausing, he shifted the levels on the microphone before testing again. “Thanks for looking out for me, Lucas.”

“You’re welcome.”

Robbe expected Lucas to leave. He expected to hear Lucas patter out of his room and in the direction of his own. Jens had always been a heavy sleeper. It was the only reason he could’ve possibly slept through the obnoxious ring of their doorbell. But Lucas stayed in front of him, shifting from one foot to the other. “What is it, Lucas?” 

Thankfully, Lucas had always been blunt. “Do you want to get back together with Thomas?” 

There was a clear answer to that question. 

If Lucas had asked him a few weeks ago, the answer would’ve been a tentative ‘yes,’ because he did want to get back together with him. Even now, Robbe wondered why he would’ve thought so. Did he actually miss Thomas, the kind-hearted, loving boyfriend he had fond memories of, or did he simply miss Thomas as a constant in his life? To be honest, Robbe wasn’t for sure. But, he knew that it was a question that needed to be asked. Milan knew—or at least had an idea—that he was seeing or interested in Sander. The others just knew he met someone. 

Since Robbe had gotten to know Sander—the real Sander, not the memory of a random (hot) man outside a bar—he reminded Robbe of what it meant to be cherished and appreciated. It was in every movement he made and in every text he sent. If Robbe was studying, Sander didn’t spam him with text messages, trying to goad him into responding back. Since their kiss on Friday night, every single touch had been filled with warmth and comfort. It wasn’t simply reserved for his kisses. It was in how he touched Robbe’s shoulder, pushed him gently toward the shower, kissed his shoulder, ran a hand through his hair, and carried him around the apartment. 

Sander reminded him of what Thomas had lost, which is why the clear answer was: “No.” 

Lucas’s response was immediate and blunt with his arms crossed over his chest. “Good, because you deserve better than someone who doesn’t even know how much you were hurting and wouldn’t do anything about it.” On that note, Lucas moved the door to the hallway. Before he stepped out completely, Lucas turned and said, “Have a good stream.”

“Thanks, but one more thing,” Robbe said. Lucas stopped in the door, holding it open with one hand as he peered down the hallway. “If you and Jens end up having sex, try to keep it down a little, please. Your bedroom may be on the opposite end of the apartment, but this is a sensitive microphone and it’s picked up on one of you before. Thankfully, I was just testing it out with a video that I never uploaded. I do have some younger viewers that watch me. I’d rather not have to give an impromptu gay sex ed lecture on my live stream and get banned for inappropriate content.” 

Lucas laughed, rolling his eyes. “If it does end up happening, we’ll try. But I doubt that it will end up happening. The only way we’re going to is if Jens gets through his review for the second time which I’m making him do. Considering the fact he fell asleep on number two, I don’t think that we’ll get that far.” 

Robbe knew better than to doubt Jens on his ability to get something he wanted, but thankfully, the two of them waited to start anything until after his stream ended.

[wildandwilder]

“Hey, do you want a lemon bar? I’ve been--” stress baking “actually I don’t know how I’ve been, but I’ve got too many of them. They’re fresh.” @oofluc​ 

[reignregine]

“Fuck Valentine’s Day.” Just feels right. She’s not mad about anything in particular. Mind your business. She’s got her feet up against the wall, back laid on her bed beside Luc, watching the movie backwards. She probably won’t be able to stay in this position for long, but she likes the feeling of the blood rushing to her head. “Pass the bowl.” Both of them being moody means a cheat day from her usually healthy routine. “I haven’t watched this since we were kids.” They’re watching Five Deadly Venoms (1978), on their very long list of classic karate movies marathon. Happy Anti-Valentine’s Day to us Mochi! @oofluc​

[reignregine]

“Look.” Regine was sitting on one of the bottom bunks of the dorm room she shared with Luc, and others, but Luc was who mattered in that moment. Her legs were crossed and her face solemn, not being afraid to have confrontation but avoiding it if she could. “You’re still like, one of my best friends.” and she meant that, even if they didn’t talk often, Luc knew her in a way others didn’t just based on their childhood history. “But we’ve got to come to an agreement on this. It’s been awkward for like, a week now. I want us both to be cool in the dorm.” she had brought some things up and they couldn’t seem to agree on what was true and what wasn’t. “So, tell me what’s irritating you, and just admit that you watch porn in the room while I’m here. I can’t be going crazy.” @oofluc​

[dirtwatchman]

@loveandluc from here [pm] Well, still. I don't know what the rules are for Freaky Friday situations but I know I'm still basically a stranger so you didn't *have* to help. So the least you can let me do is say thanks. Figured I might have. But uh, yeah. That's a thing that's happening.

[pm] Alright, I guess that's fair. Thanks accepted. But you can stay whenever you want, okay? I'm really sorry about, Sebastian, Luc.

Are you sure its Do you know Do you know what they are? I ask because I'm not really a stranger to things taking my face and walking around with it.

[dirtwatchman]

[pm] Thank you again for letting me crash, I really, really appreciate it. You didn't have to [...] Last night is a little bit blurry thought so... what exactly did I tell you? I didn't tell you anyone's name or out them as not human did I

[pm] You don't have to thank me. Everyone needs a little help now and then.

You just told me the bad news about your fiancé. You did [...] mention that something else is wearing Sebastian's face.