You're my world, my stars, my sky...

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Characters: Luke and everyone~
Setting: Floor 25, and progressing from there.
Format: Either.
Summary: Luke ends up hearing a bit of an obsessive song while in the middle of training. This can only end badly.
Warnings: Luke being himself... and upped to eleven. Oops. Beware if your name happens to be Asch, Guy, or Yu.

[Luke was going through his routine as usual, wanting to get up as much strength as he could considering it was a Ruana month and who the hell knew what else would happen. As it was there were a bunch of people running around without collars... they might actually end up dead if there wasn't anyone around to protect them.]

[Luke was about to take a step that he knew would be out of place, and he struggled to correct himself... only to hit something hard. He flailed in surprise, falling over and landing on his ass.]

Oww...! What the hell?

[He reached back to rub his ass, looking around to see what he hit, only to see some small, red, heart-shaped fon tech sitting on the ground. He frowned at it, poking at the buttons until one of them was pressed down, letting out... something. He wasn't really sure what it was supposed to be, but it didn't sound like music. Luke fumbled, managing to turn it off with a cry of exasperation.]

Sheesh! Stupid...

[He grumbled under his breath, tossing the stupid thing away so he could get back to practice. Or at least... try to. He let out a sigh as he raised his sword, trying to focus with little luck. Funny, he really wanted to be around someone right now...]

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[bloodyashes]

[And... gentle squeeze with that arm around your shoulders, Luke.]

Knowing that is a good starting point.

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Thanks...

[Luke's voice was soft as he buried his head against Asch's chest.]

...it's hard, to just not be satisfied with the fact I know that and not act on it. It's so much easier just to settle for simple stuff... to keep my eyes open and see what I'm supposed to see.

[bloodyashes]

[He's silent for a while, instead wrapping his other arm around Luke and pulling the replica tight to his chest. It's really not so bad; this close, it almost feels like some of those old holes in himself are being filled up, just by having what was taken from him near.]

...No one expects you to be perfect. Just do the best you can.

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...mm.

[He hesitated a moment, before burying his head against Asch's chest. Hunh... this really wasn't so bad. Uncomfortable, since they were the same height and he had to stoop for his position, but it really wasn't that bad.]

[bloodyashes]

[That's why we have shoulders, idiot. Asch demonstrates by ducking down and putting his face against Luke's neck, not caring about the face full of hair it gets him. It cushions a bit from the hard metal of the collar, anyway.]

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[Luke blinked at that, slowly turning red in the face.]

Uh... Asch...?

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What?

[He pulls away only a little, tilting his head away from Luke in order to look at him from the corner of one eye. He's comfortable, damnit, why are you making him move.]

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This is... uh... k-kinda... questionable position... not that I'm complaining but, uhh...

I GET TO USE THIS ICON YAY

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[A pause, and then he rolls his face back into Luke's neck with a hmph.]

We could go elsewhere.

[Somewhere more private, namely, where no one will see how much he's enjoying this. Yes, that sounds like a plan.]

...I totally just choked on my cheese. XD

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[Luke let out a squeak at that.]

W-what?

[bloodyashes]

Unless you'd rather stay here?

[He does disengage from Luke slightly, taking half a step back.]

The staircase is too public for this.

[And also not very comfortable for snuggling, which is why he's going to take Luke's hand and start tugging him up the stairs to the next lounge.]

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[Luke's eyes went huge as Asch grabbed his hand, dragging him off, and Luke was too surprised to try and stop him. Wait, wait, wait, what was... why was...?!]

W-we're... we're not...!?

[...yeah, that's about all the coherency he can manage. BECAUSE WHAT.]

[bloodyashes]

You said you weren't complaining.

[Pull, pull, up the stairs, c'mon.]

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Wh--!? B-but... that... we...!?

[OH GOD WORDS WHY WON'T YOU COOPERATE?!]

[bloodyashes]

[Luckily mindsnoop? Because Asch is sick of not being able to figure out what the fuck you're protesting.]

...Not like that, you idiot.

[Although, hell, if that's what Luke wants...]

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[Luke wilted a little in relief.]

...r-right... s-sorry...

[NO HE DOES NOT. HE LIKES THINGS THAT BOUNCE ON CHESTS, THANK YOU.]

[bloodyashes]

[Hey you're the one who thought of it first.]

Let's just pretend it never came up.

[Yes, definitely pretend that.]

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I'm perfectly okay with that...

[Luke let out another breath, shaking his head.]

So where are we going?

[bloodyashes]

[Excellent. Then that small, embarrassing not-quite-conversation never happened.]

The lounge a few floors up. Somewhere we can sit comfortably and not have to worry about every person who comes up the stairs.

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Oohhhh... okay.

[He's perfectly okay with that!]

[bloodyashes]

[Asch is quiet for the rest of the time it takes to pull Luke up the stairs, and indeed they arrive in the lounge fairly quickly. Asch glances around for anyone else, but it seems empty for the moment, so he promptly pulls Luke over towards a ridiculously oversized beanbag and lets go in order to flop into a seat.]

Much better.

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[Luke didn't sit so much as fell on top of Asch when the other sat down. He let out an embarrassed noise, shuffling around so he was curled up tight against his original's side.]

[bloodyashes]

[And Asch just chuckles a bit, rearranging limbs until they're sitting with their sides pressed together and Asch has one arm around the upper part of Luke's back. Definitely much better - he stretches his neck slightly before leaning his head towards Luke.]

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[Luke pinked slightly again, before nuzzling up against him, closing his eyes. It felt... good, warm; almost like it was his -- their -- mother holding him instead of Asch. Luke let out a soft noise at that thought, however, burying his face against him.]

...I miss Auldrant. I miss everyone.

[bloodyashes]

[Well, Luke, you were born from the one holding you, in a very real way. Asch reaches out with his free hand and runs it through Luke's hair.]

I know.

[And he does, knows that feeling so well - the loss is scabbed and scarred over, though. Luke's is still fresh.]

But all you can do is keep moving.

[It never does stop hurting.]