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...tch. *stops just over him, holding the sword steady near his neck.* Worthless.

...[he's trying not to show he was, but failing miserably, shaking and not from the cold]

Get up, dreck. *sheathes his sword and spins on his heel, expecting him to follow this time.*

...[it takes him a few tries, but he'll be back on his feet after awhile, wincing in pain, and the freezing cold was not helping at all.] ... [he tries to follow but he doesn't get very far before he's back in the snow, on his knees and hugging himself]

*Luke's state is noted in short order now that Asch is actively keeping track of him through their connection, and he returns to standing before him several feet away, watching quietly without offer any kind of help and waiting for him to get up again.*

...[yea um...Luke's currently too cold, in a lot of pain and feeling very sick and tired right now to be getting up anytime soon, shivering]

... *there's there barest hint of a sigh coming from his lips as he bends down to yank Luke up by the arm roughly, ushering him forward without giving him much chance to steady himself.* You aren't getting out of it that easily.

[yelps, being force up abruptly on his feet again, staggering forward a little.]...[Lowers his head, still hugging himself to try and keep warm.]

*no matter how cold or pathetic Luke gets, he isn't going to be lenient on him. the idiot won't ever learn with his little group pampering him all the time.*

... [looking to his left and right, not looking at Asch]

*he's pretty much hurrying in the direction they came, only taking a more direct route to return.* Back to the building to dry off.

[he was sounding a little out breath eventhough he only walked a few steps. He'll try to ignore it for now and follow Asch the best he could]

*his pace slows by a fraction upon hearing Luke's struggle to breathe, but it's for him to grab his wet jacket and haul him alongside at a speed he's comfortable with.*

[takes a few more steps, noticing he was catching up to Asch.] ... [reaches a nervous hand out to his jacket and clings]

.... *if it weren't for him being half frozen and sunset fast approaching, he never would have allowed Luke to attach himself like that. but the only thing on his mind, apart from the usual worthlessness of the replica, is to get dry, have something warm to drink, and lock himself in his room for the night.*

[Luke just wants to go to bed, like now, and curl up under the nice and cozy warm blanket and try not to puke, but he should at least make sure Asch will be all right.]

*pfft. Asch is used to extreme weather, thank you very much. so Luke will be escorted to his room first, namely the bathroom so they both can be rid of the wet clothing.*

[ASCH WASN'T THE ONE WHO GOT HURT AND FAIL FACE FIRST INTO THE SNOW AND FAILING. Follow follow...]

To get dry, replica. *leaves him at the door to Luke's room, helping himself to several of the towels and bringing them back to Luke.*

...[curling up a little]

Then do so after you're out of those clothes.

...[comes inside, taking the towels from him and without much regards that he was there, started to unbutton his coat and taking it off]

*such candor doesn't affect him at all, not like there was much privacy as a low ranking Oracle soldier. after removing his tabard, shirt and gloves, he waits to take Luke's wet clothing.*

[he'll take his shirt off and then...looks over to Asch.]...[he's never seen the guy without his uniform on, let alone wearing anything else]

...you have something to say? *surprise, Luke. he looks pretty much like you, apart from the numerous scars littering his torso and arms. needless to say, he isn't thrilled to be gawked at by his replica.*