Settling In Characters: Lucas Sato, Tristan Moore When: Friday, late afternoon Location: the Keep Warnings/Rating: none so far, language depending on who tags in Summary: Lucas gets to his laundry and chores. Status: complete
A week hadn't yet passed since Lucas's arrival, but he already felt like he had generated more laundry than he had any right to. Before Kit had arrived yesterday, he had been content to sling his dirty shirts towards the corner of the living room as soon as he walked into the cabin. Now he needed to be somewhat more discerning, but slinging all of his clothes into the corner of his bedroom made it a lot more obvious that he needed to get on with the more mundane aspects of life.
That in mind, he got up early that morning and set to work on the dishes he'd allowed to pile up, then worked to clean up his room and put things in their rightful places. Somehow, afternoon had crept up by the time Lucas headed outside and for the nearest bridge with his laundry tucked tightly under one arm. The first thing that struck him was that it had gotten hot. Working on the bridges had been unpleasantly warm, but today felt even hotter. He was glad that he'd gone for shorts and another light button-up today. Ohio became warm in the summer, but it was supposed to still be January. Lucas hadn't mentally prepared himself for 80-degree weather just yet.
To make matters worse, he was starting to feel nauseated. The feeling had started to grow since working on the bridges, making Lucas suspect he'd caught something. As he stepped onto one end of the bridge, Lucas blinked furiously to drive back the light-headedness that stole over him. He needed to concentrate to not fall in. The water hadn't crept farther up the island, but it was certainly deeper. Underneath the gauze bandage, his arm still stung with a not-so-gentle reminder that the sea-life wasn't to be trifled with.
Placing one foot in front of the other, Lucas eventually made it across and up to the Keep. Without looking to see who was or wasn't there, he dumped his clothes just inside the doorway and headed straight for the fridge.
First order of business was some water. Beads of sweat had started to form while he was in the sun, though it could have been from whatever was ailing him more than the heat.
The second thing would be checking for leftovers.
Maybe if he ate something, the lightheadedness would abate. He felt like he hadn't eaten in days, which just didn't make sense. Lucas never skipped meals.