I might pay him that to see him tapdance
too bad his feet are falling off
I'd pay serious money to see him dance on his nubs.
Lucas has this weird, it's not grace certainly, it's this kind of fat delicacy to his walk... It comes out most obviously when he's at his most angry and trying to be alpha.
When he was stalking down the street screaming at the bus, his shadow betraying his lumbering gibbon-like walk, or when someone filmed him from a distance, stalking down the street screaming about bigots, and as soon as Lucas spotted the person who knew him, Lucas spun on a dime at the end of a crosswalk. Like some sort of short-bus ballet, this odd delicacy during his rage must have made him the subject of bullies throughout his school days, and it certainly brings out all of my pitchfork-and-torch instincts.
Just like when he smiled in a strange conciliatory manner at the guy who said "shut the fuck up faggot" to him in mid-rant on the street, just like how he tried to detune Daniel's anger by suggesting that they were both smiling because they were friends, Lucas has this very unmasculine, cowardly bent to his rage... No doubt rooted out of a fear of actual conflict, and honed through years of deserved mockery. He never tries to fight on equal terms, he tries to limit his vulnerabilities, while backing away and smiling. Even when he's on his own, and feels comfortable trying to be the alpha dog, there's something unfamiliar about manly rage in Lucas's hands.
It's something you have to see to appreciate, and it's difficult to quantify, but it's palpable. Look at the strange halting childlike motions when he thrust his head towards his phone, and spit at it.
In the same way that men can pick out a troon, without even necessarily realizing which elements stand out to them as not being a woman, this counterfeit of male aggression pantomimed by Lucas screams "fake" with every performative bellow and uncoordinated lunge.
At his most angry, Lucas is most like a fat faggot.
