paranoid : lrh

nineteen

Epitome of my happiness,
So you began.
Epitome of my sadness,
So you began.

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Luke had no idea why he decided to bring around that rat thing into his weed infested home, but he did.

And by Rambo desperately chewing at Luke's ankles (which was very painful), Luke realized the chinchilla was hungry.

And he had absolutely no idea chinchilla's ate.

"Chinchilla's are usually quite lazy, resulting in them sleeing almost throughout the whole day." Luke read aloud from the google page he searched up on the furry creature. "What the fuck, man. You don't sleep at all, what the hell happened in your family tree?"

Luke gave the dark grey coloured ball of fluff an astonished look, scoffing when the animal just stared back at him blankly.

Did Luke expect it to talk?

Damn, the weed's getting to him.

He shook his head and continued reading the page on his phone, until he finally came across the fact that chinchilla's like lettuce or corn.

Of course they do, why didn't Luke think of that before.

"Okay, you little mole rat-"

"Lucifer!"

Luke squeezed his eyes shut and flared his nostrils at his aunt's voice, trying to find his patience before calling out to the woman in the other room.

"My name's Lucas, not Lucifer!"

"Sure thing, Lucy. C'mere."

Luke groaned, knowing that his good ol' aunt Beth was drunk and high all at once - which wasn't a good move.

"Stay here, rat." Luke spat at the unaffected pet that was sitting on his bed.

Luke stood up from his lying position and strolled out the bedroom, quietly walking into the living room - seeing his drunk aunt stood in the middle of the room, eyes frantically examining the room around her.

Maybe she's just extremely high and asking Luke where the 'pink ducks' went, like last time - Luke thought.

"Does this place look decent?"

Luke scrunched his nose up in disgust and carefully gazed around the dark stuffy room. It wasn't clean, at all, but you can tell she made a tiny bit of effort into tidying up - the huge bong not on the table nor were there month old sheets strewn across the (most likely) roach infested, crumbling apart 'brown leather' couch. But decent? No.

"Depends, does this guy know you?" Luke asked, rasing his eyebrows. He knew that she was asking because of some new hook up coming over to, well, hook up.

"Yes, we've been friends ever since I came here."

"Dodge?" Luke asked.