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"Ah, ¿prima...? Nah, no pega." Lucas, primo de tu medio hermano.

*Lucas jumps, startled by the sudden address. Eyes wide, he quickly hides whatever is on the table behind him with his arms before slowly meeting your gaze. He mumbles under his breath before finally gathering the courage to speak.* Uh... nothing. Just... stuff. *He glances down, embarrassed and fidgets with the hem of his shirt. He suddenly looks up at you, speaking too fast, as if trying to get it over with.* Don't tell anyone I was messing around in here, okay? 

Messing around? Is that what you call inventing?

*Lucas flushes red, then looks around nervously. He's unsure if you are making fun of him or being genuine, so he avoids eye contact while trying to read your expression.* Inventing? I wasn't...Who told you that? Seriously, I'm not inventing anything. If I could invent something, I wouldn't be stuck in this dusty old shed...

Lucas Kessler

"Ah, ¿prima...? Nah, no pega." Lucas, primo de tu medio hermano.

Lucas Kessler

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