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[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

*Have a Luke, long hair tied up, guitar strapped to his back as he ends up in the dressing room*

...What the hell? This isn't the recording studio...

((Prompted along by metaruheido, I've created a 10yl!version of crimsonsymfonic. He's not as pleasant as his younger self...a bit more jaded by the music biz and alot bitchier less playful than what he used to be. Still a good guy though, deep down. Say hi, if you'd like~.))

((Post is a little risque too...Not for the kiddies. ^^;))

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[metaruheido.livejournal.com]

*just passing byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....



hey. you seem familiar. Ohshi- are you who I think it is?* ......Luke?

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

...Asch? *he blinks when he sees the other* Where are we?

[metaruheido.livejournal.com]

It... Excuse me for a moment. *and he just proceeds to smack himself silly to make sure he's not dreaming*

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

*Raises an eyebrow, frowning slightly* ...You okay?

[metaruheido.livejournal.com]

*hug tiems is a gooo* You're here....

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

*Luke's surprised at the sudden hug, but after a moment, returns it gently* ...Where else would I be?

[metaruheido.livejournal.com]

You were.... I was... I was gone for ten years....

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

...What are you talking about...*Luke really is confused here* I saw you this morning at breakfast...

[metaruheido.livejournal.com]

...But... I've been here... Ten years, I've been here...

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

*guitar?*

*... guitar*

I know you, don't I?

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

Well...A lot of people know me...*He pears over at the young girl and musters up a small smile* The question is do I know you...

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

... I'm Ana.

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

Ana...*frowns* I don't think we've met before...

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

Oh... I just met someone with a guitar. I thought...

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

*Waves her words off* It's alright. *he shifts the guitar on his back slightly, debating with himself for a moment before offering the girl his hand* Consider me the second person you've met with a guitar. The name's Luke.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

*steps back, shaking her head* D-don't touch...

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

*Let's his hand fall back, frowning* You don't have to be scared...

[miasmaandfail]

[:O?] Mister sing?

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

*Luke spots the little kid and GAHcute. He can't help but smile as he answers back; the boy is familiar* Uh...yeah. I play too.

((Luke's memory of the dressing room is rather jumbled thanks to the lovely headache that is time. Give him a bit...He'll remember his adopted son. =3=;))

[miasmaandfail]

[Shuffles a little closer] Sing nice? Luke like nice sing...

[Hehe, the kid wouldn't even realize that it'd be an older version of his "Mama," anyway. He never even met the older version of Papa.]

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

So I've been told...*He's quiet for a bit as he contemplates whether or not he should ask* ...Would you like me to sing something?

[miasmaandfail]

Ah! Really really? Mister sing for Luke?

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

Sure...You know...my name's Luke too. *he swings the guitar to his friend, fingers finding their place easily* Though...it'd get confusing if you called me that too...

[miasmaandfail]

Uh-huh! Mr. Bigger Luke! [:D]

[rokusutaa.livejournal.com]

That's fine. *He pats the boy's head lightly before returning his fingers to the guitar, thinking for a bit before playing this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVbD6Iqb_B4)*