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

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 ]

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. ]

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

[ <3! ]

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

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

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

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

[ 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.

Then quit being even more of an idiot than what you've shown yourself to be and try taking care of yourself for once. This kind of shit isn't going to get you anything besides a headache from me.

... [ glances away ]

Idiotic replica. *throws himself onto the bench beside Luke.*

..whatever you like. *you're just very good at making him worry, Luke.*

... [ coughs a time or two, standing from the bench with one hand in his pocket ]

*crosses his arms, glaring at Luke's back.* Where are you going now?

[ glances over his shoulder at him ] Am I going to have to start checking in with you when I go somewhere, now?

With how you're acting, perhaps you should.

Don't waste your time. [ aaand, starting to walk off. ]

*swears under his breath and begins to follow him at a distance.*

[ he's not really going anywhere in particular, and after a bit of wandering he winds up at a balcony. ... he folds his arms over the railing and looks at nothing, resting his chin on his arms ]

*content that Luke isn't about to do something very foolish, he stops just around a corner from where Luke is at. suddenly, he finds himself wondering just what the hell he's doing, chasing after this Luke.*

[ part of Luke figures Asch followed him, so he carefully moves toward said corner, trying to sneak up on him and ask why he followed him. ]

*he's lost in thought and unable to hear Luke approaching. he doesn't see him, either, as his eyes are closed while he rubs his temples.*

[ which leads to Luke getting right up in his face and blowing air at his bangs ]