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[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ guess who found a lighter? if you answered Luke, you're correct. unfortunately, your only prize is a brooding redhead on a bench outside, his eyes closed and a handful of cigarette butts at his feet. he's currently burning through his fourth. ]

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[scarletmother.livejournal.com]

*what is this? WHAT IS THIS!?* I don't recall ever allowing you to smoke.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... [ yeah, he actually feels kind of bad for Mama Fabre catching him like this. regardless, he casts his eyes to the side with a light shrug and takes another drag. he's kind enough to blow the smoke away from her. ] Sorry, mom.

[scarletmother.livejournal.com]

*frowns. Mother still does not approve of this* Must you...?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... [ drops the remaining half of his cigarette and puts it out it with his shoe ]

[scarletmother.livejournal.com]

...*mother will play with his hair for a little now* What's wrong, dear?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ considers the stomped out cigarette for a while before turning to look at her ] ... It's kind of a long story.

[scarletmother.livejournal.com]

Well I have all the time in the world while I'm here. I'm willing to listen if you're willing to tell me.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ gives her a sort of hopeless look, smiling faintly and shaking his head. he scoots over on the bench, patting the planks beside him ] Sit, then.

[scarletmother.livejournal.com]

*she comes to sit beside him and waits patiently*

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ regards her for a long moment, leaning on the arm of the bench ] ... For what it's worth, I'm sorry I've turned out like this.

[scarletmother.livejournal.com]

...*frowns slightly, gently taking his hand, holding it*

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ glances at their hands, then raises an eyebrow ] ... It's not your fault by any stretch, so don't think that. I just got one too many runs through the ringer and I've turned out a little screwed up in the general cranium area. [ taps the side of his head ]

[scarletmother.livejournal.com]

Luke...*now you've made mother worried* What have you been up to?

[engel]

..... *hope Luke likes headaches, because Asch is going to nail the idiot for all he's worth in the back of the head with his fist.*

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ which results in the cigarette between his lips falling, a belated screech of pain from Luke, and him getting up from the bench to glare through the stars dancing around his head. ] What the h-- [ belatedly sees who it is and clamps his mouth shut, still half-assedly glaring ]

[engel]

*grabs him by the front of his shirt and give him a shake.* You know what the hell it is, dreck! I didn't give them back to you so you could chain-smoke the damn things!

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... [ calmly pries himself away from Asch's grip ] Don't you have someone else you should be more worried about?

[engel]

No, I do not. You're the only one I know who's actively out to kill himself! *starts routing through Luke's clothing, searching for any remaining cigarettes.*

[ Comment, yes? XD ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

I told you before, these aren't going to kill me any faster than anything else would. [ just kind of lets him root. the pack is in his back pocket. ]

[engel]

*he'll be commandeering that, along with the lighter before shoving Luke back down onto the bench.* I just might.

[ <3! ]

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

That would be a little counterproductive, if you're so hell-bent on me not killing myself.

[engel]

At least then I wouldn't have to stress over your sorry ass.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... The cigarettes are the least of your worries, Asch. [ keep in mind this one carries a gun. Not usually on his person, BUT. ]

[engel]

*...that is something Asch does NOT know.* And what the hell do you mean by that?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ that is also something Luke does not plan to tell him unless he winds up in a situation where he has to use it. ] There are considerably quicker methods if I were suicidal. You of all people should know how much death terrifies me. I'd want it quicker than dying slowly because of lung cancer.