Not Taking It Well

Lucas could hear her from his room across the hall. He knew it was Riley and not his siblings because she was the only one who came close to breaking his personal record of most door slams in a week. In not even a year, so much had changed in his family, including two - almost three - additions. Riley was one of them. Being the kid Sofia brought in, Riley was one of the very few people that Lucas wasn't sure how to feel about. He was out of the house so often that he barely even knew her, but from the few interactions that had went down, all they had in common was the roof under their heads. Well, until now.

The dinner-time protests, door slamming, disappearances, and of course, silence; it was all too familiar. It was pretty obvious. Just minding his own business, wasn't enough not to notice that something was up with Riley. She would probably never be his sister, heck, Lucas didn't even know her favorite color, but he still felt compelled to do something to help. So he walked over her door, pausing for a few moments.

Before Lucas could answer that himself he was already knocking. " Hey Riley." He smiled at the closed door as he started to think of all the things that could go wrong. " It's Lucas... do you want to talk?"

Lucas stared blankly at the door handle as it indecisively moved. His tail swayed, going in and then back out, he wondered whether now was a bad time. He looked back at his room longingly. It was not too late to go back doing math problems in his room, but that wasn't going to solve any of this.

" Well, uh, I don't think I need to tell you this, but you've been in your room all day. And Sofia and Dad are going to start getting worried if you don't come out soon." He replied, brows furrowed. " Something's up."