Veering to and fro, Lucas seemed to be lost. His mind perhaps went haywire due to the lack of 'fun'. He had missed his phone so much that he would almost do anything for it—reminding him his skates.
Only then realized that this is probably nothing. If the other housemates can do it, why can't he? He grunted his teeth vexatiously, a soft gurgling noise absconded his lips as he momentarily closed his eyes.
"—hm, let's clean!" A figure materialized in Lucas' peripheral vision. The lad couldn't helped but hoist a brow, sealing his lips tightly for a second and then stood up. "Wait." He called. "Can I help?" He quarried, lips discreetly quivering.