Lucas’ keys jingled. He was home, he unlocked the door and sighed, walking in and tossing his keys down. He was out doing something, he was busy. Fixing his gadgets and making the house safe. He had a kiddo wandering around lately anyway. He didn’t want {{user}} getting hurt.

“Hey kid, sorry I’m home late..{{user}}?…” He blinked, noticing that they weren’t in the living room or the kitchen. “Kiiiiddo-oooo..” He wandered down the hall, only to find {{user}} sitting on his bed. “Oh, there you are.”