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[OOM: This morning, Lucas was lookin' handsome!]
It's been a long, fun day and it's time to come in for dinner.
The door opens and a boy, clearly no more than 10 years old, steps in, dirt smudges all over his striped shirt, his hands, and his face. He smells faintly of livestock and strongly of mud and grass. Once completely in, he closes the door behind him before noticing that this is not, in fact, his house. His young features dim slightly in confusion.
"Mom? Dad?" he calls turning one way. "Claus? Boney?" he calls turning the other.
He opens the door again and looks outside. It still LOOKS like the outside of his house. Well, this is weird. He turns back to the bar and scratches his head.
Milliways, say hi to Lucas.
It's been a long, fun day and it's time to come in for dinner.
The door opens and a boy, clearly no more than 10 years old, steps in, dirt smudges all over his striped shirt, his hands, and his face. He smells faintly of livestock and strongly of mud and grass. Once completely in, he closes the door behind him before noticing that this is not, in fact, his house. His young features dim slightly in confusion.
"Mom? Dad?" he calls turning one way. "Claus? Boney?" he calls turning the other.
He opens the door again and looks outside. It still LOOKS like the outside of his house. Well, this is weird. He turns back to the bar and scratches his head.
Milliways, say hi to Lucas.