Of course, the first thing he stepped on was the busted mirror. Such a a sudden introduction to Mr. Shard; he cracked beneath Lukas' slippered heel. Startled and sidestepping the murderscene, Lukas quickly deposited his negleted tea mug onto the top of a closed box that was crying, lonely, nearby.
Whatever direction Mo had wandered off, the tsunami tide of his eyes didn't follow immediately. The busted koto came to rest on the Hello Kitty gravesite and the mourner drew up his knees alongside it's tainted frame, legs folding into a ceremonial style. Plucking up the discarded daydream of her uniform between two fingers, he gave it a brief squint before nudging it aside and turning his attention down to the patient.
He ran his hands over the wood, testing it's weight and splinters. A raptor's tilt of the head, examining where the wood had broken. Lukas risked a quirked glance toward the kitchen, at her. The pull of his brows questioning quite clearly, You broke this?