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Bro…
don't even.
You're not even being that nice and hes still texting u good morning and sending selfies.
What if he's some kind of stalker?
You really think someone that famous has time to be a stalker?
ur right.
what should i even say though? I'm no good at small talk.
He poured the last bit of milk down the sink and dropped the bowl on the bottom, leaving it to clean later, after work. He put food in Michael’s bowl and clicked his tongue for him. The cat came running, purring loud enough to be heard across the room before beginning to devour his breakfast. Luka scratched him on the head then straightened up, went back to his room to change, then toed into his running shoes and tied his hair back.
The weather outside was still turning to spring and it looked like it would rain soon. The clouds hung heavy in the sky as Luka made his way on his daily path. The trees were blooming, just the beginning of little green sprouts and white petals peeking out all over the dogwoods. Twenty minutes later, he was turning the final corner back onto his block when the tornado sirens started up with their monthly test. Luka ducked through his front door, hands over his ears, right as the first few drops of rain started to hit the ground.
He slumped down against the door, out of breath from the sprint he'd kicked up once the sirens started to blare, and Michael looked at him with a clueless expression from where he sat in the kitchen next to his empty bowl. His ears flattened against his head as the sirens swept over them before fading again.
“Me too, buddy.” Luka peeled off his shirt and used it to wipe off his face before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. It still gave him pause when he saw himself shirtless in the mirror, a moment of relief to see the fading scars still there and nothing more. He turned to the side and flexed his arms, finding them underwhelming before giving up and starting the shower.
The water eased his tense muscles and when he climbed back out, he had a new sense of determination. He’d text Reno back,try to be more friendly, go to the concert, keep his location on his phone streaming to August the whole time, and just play along. What was the worst that could happen?
He cleared the mirror off and towel dried the bit of moisture in his hair before snapping a photo of himself from the waist up, phone covering his face, and his hair wild. Before he could overthink it, he dropped the photo in his chat with Wulf.
[Wulf0025]
Idk, just be normal lmao. If you can.
Wait no, nevermind. that will never work for you :) What if you just ask him why he reached out to you? Be direct. You're better at that than being normal.
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Whore. No.
send a NORMAL selfie. Put ur damn shirt on.
but if he sees me without a shirt I wont have to have the whole 'whats ur gender' convo with him.
I'm sighing. That's a very thinly veiled excuse.
Luka narrowed his eyes at his phone. Was it? He really didn’t think it was that strange,andit would potentially avoid any confusion in the future.What future?Luka kicked himself internally, finished drying off with still thirty minutes to spare before he had to log into work. He popped open his chat with Reno and bit the bullet.
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Good morning to you too. Do you always wake up early?
Nope, on work days and after I sleep late. I only get up early when I had time off for days. You?
My cat wakes me up at 8 every morning, so I go for a run after I feed him. Then I work all day.
What do you do for work? Can I see the cat
boring things for a bank call center. I'm tryin to quit to do art tho.
I saw on twitter. You're very good.
