Lucas enjoyed the view of Benji's rear from where he was standing, and when the boy - That's what he was, sure enough, Lucas thought - turned at the sound of his voice, Lucas even considered his face to be cute. Disgustingly cute. Lucas instantly garnered a dislike for the kid, and when his hand stretched out for a shake, Lucas simply stared at him, not much taller than the boy, but his confident aura would gave most people the impression that Lucas loomed imposingly over them. He considered actually shaking the boy's hand, but only for a moment. Instead, he just brushed past him, and dumped his bag at the foot of his bed. He gestured to the drawer space by the made-up bed.<br/><br/>"This is my stuff.<em>Don't</em>touch it. The closet is full of my stuff. Don't touch it. Your shit goes hear," Lucas gave Benji's drawer a little kick. "Or it goes under your bed. Understand?"