Luke made his way down the stairs, a smirk on his face as he rummaged through the cupboards for some cereal, or possibly some granola bars. His enthusiasm at Estrella being there was present on his sour expression, and he tried to shake off the fact that without her, none of this would have happened. His family would be normal.
He tried to erase the bespectacled boy of his past, trying to put forth the tough image that he presented. He had gotten into the cool crowd at school a few years back, and didn't want to drop out of it. He was still an intelligent kid, even though his grades were dropping considerably; he didn't want to look like a nerd.
Having a freak for a cousin, or a hairy creature out of Van Helsing for a dad would do nothing to help improve his calm, and he tried to ignore it as much as possible, even though he ended up angry all the same. Knocking the cereal bowl onto the floor by accident, he kicked it angrily, sending it and its contents skidding across the linoleum. He then proceeded to leave it there, figuring he would blame it on Tommy or Estrella later.