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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*humming happily the hum of the innocent, hair looped up and pinned with decorative chopsticks as she cooks something, hips swaying to the beat in her head* Mm... shit, this smells good.

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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

What did she do to you...?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...? [he doesn't get it.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *turns away*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[you're scaring him, Ana.]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

There's something important to remember, but you can't. Right? Like someone messed with your memory.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[swallows carefully, nodding]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

That bitch.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he really, really does not like that they hate each other so much. he also really does not like the fact that now he KNOWS there's something he's forgotten. so he's going to become very small in his chair now, and stare at his half-eaten plate of food in complete and utter horrified distress]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *stands suddenly, walking over to the wall*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[looks up after a second, just following her with his eyes]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*not looking at him, hand to her mouth*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

... [frowns at that, and is fairly instantaneously out of his chair and behind her, rubbing at the small of her back]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I can't believe she-

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[sets his hand on one side of her face, forcing her to look at him] [isn't going to bring up that it's quite possibly a byproduct of replication he hasn't encountered before. going senile at 21. \o/]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*looks at him, swallowing often*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[he's kind of on edge about her, but runs his thumb over her cheek]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*reaches up, hands over his* I didn't think she'd...

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[inches forward, resting his forehead on hers]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Luke... what did she do that she wanted hidden?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[pulls away enough to look at her, shaking his head]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

That's not like you, though. You wouldn't.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

For good reason. You're a good person. Much... much better than people like me or her.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[laughs dryly]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

And I'm the same as every Asch here?