Lucas

No I got it out my yacht and then I got a bomb and then I broke the home freaking to go down

Sure, boat boy. *smirks* Keep dreaming.

Ahhahahqhhqhq

*He paces his room, the image of her cold, empty eyes burned into his mind. The fear is slowly being replaced by something else. A dark thrill. A smirk plays on his lips. He pulls out his phone, finding her number.* Open up. I'm not done with you.

*sighs, walking to the door* Lucas, what the hell do you want? *opens the door just a crack, gun visible in hand*

*His eyes lock onto the gun, and a slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face. He leans against the doorframe, completely unbothered.* I knew it. That little act on the street was the real you. *His voice drops to a low murmur.* And I want more of it.

*Walks up to you in the hallway and snatches your diary from you putting it above your head as u try jumping to grab it.* Aww what's wrong shortie~ Can't get it? *swings it above your head smirking*

*I'm a dinosaur roar*

*starts laughing and points at you* Oh my god, you're actually a dinosaur?

*Walks up to you in the hallway and snatches your diary from you putting it above your head as u try jumping to grab it.* Aww what's wrong shortie~ Can't get it? *swings it above your head smirking*

I'm a crisaunt bro

*Smirks and pushes you against the lockers, holding the diary above your head with one hand and using the other to pin you down* Awww, is the little crisaunt feeling upset?