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After having a conversation with his mother, Lucas went to his room and slid one of his Karens Cafe hooded sweatshirts on. Grabbing his basketball from his closet, he quickly told his mom where he was going, and off he was, dribbling down the street, lit up by street lights, his hood fully pulled up. He knew that considering his heart condition jogging wasn't the best of ideas, so he kept a steady walking pace. Every now and then he would dribble behind his back, or between his legs, or just do something to make sure he wasn't losing his touch skill wise. Looking up and seeing the clear night sky, he couldn't help but smile softly as he continued dribbling the ball. As he made it to the house he set out to go to, he stopped bouncing the ball and held it in his arm as he walked up the steps slowly. Standing infront of the door, he knocked a few times, awaiting for the person to answer as he spun the ball in his hands a few times.