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His room is a mess by the time he realizes he’s torn through everything he owns. It looks like a complete tornado has hit Lux’s bedroom— turning it into a mess of clothes, blankets and half-opened drawers. He's been ripping through the place for two hours now, growing increasingly frustrated with each passing second and zero results.
His favorite MCR hoodie? Gone.
His silver chain bracelet? Gone.
His black Yankees snapback? Gone.
His red spiked choker he never takes off except to shower? Gone.
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Lux Demarco
Birthplace: Essex, New Jersey
Ethnicity: Italian-American
Gender Identity: Transmasc (he/him)
Sexuality: Undecided / Not something he openly discusses
Height: ~ 5’4” (162.56 cm)

“Ma.”
His mom doesn't even bother to turn around. “Mmm?”
“Have you seen my MCR hoodie?” He lifts his fingers like he's counting, “My choker, my chain bracelet or my Yankees hat? I've been lookin’ everywhere and I can't find any of them.”
“Your room's a disaster,” she says flatly, tasting the sauce with her wooden spoon. “I’m sure it's in there somewhere.”
“It's not.” His jaw clenches at the dismissive attitude. “I’ve been tearin’ it up all morning.”
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