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[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[A redhead seems to be going from room to room, opening cabinets and drawers. Every now and then he pulls out something and stuffs it in the bag slung over his shoulder. No, he is not going in bedrooms, don't worry, your possessions are safe.]

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[fononfailure]

[ then said redhead will have to check on those noises after they don't stop for some time. ]

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[You might see the other redhead examining a small plastic container, then stuffing it in the bag hanging from his arm.]

[fononfailure]

[ stops in the doorway, watching him for a minute. ] ...what are you doing?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[Hmm, should he bother to answer this question...? ...

...nah. He's going to continue looking.]

[fononfailure]

Hey. You. What're you looking for?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[He's looking at you now. No wait, that's a glare.] Am I bothering you?

[fononfailure]

[ he gets a glare right back. ] Not really, other than not answering my question and ignoring me.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

Why don't you save your meaningless questions for someone who cares enough to answer... [Digs around some more and pulls out a... spoon? He's taking it.]

[fononfailure]

... [ that's more than a little strange, even for this place. Luke's going to take a few cautious steps closer to him, hands on hips. ] Boy, you're worse than my Asch when he was seventeen.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

Your comparisons mean shit to me. [He's wary of that approach, but for now, it's bearable. He closes the current drawer and scoots himself to the next.]

[fononfailure]

Foul-mouthed, too. Fine, but don't go taking things that belong to others.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

Well hopefully they're not stupid enough to leave things of importance in public halls and rooms.

[fononfailure]

[ comes up beside him and tries to look in the bag he's carrying. ] What do you need so much stuff for?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[He shoves the other away, don't worry, it's in no way painful... if anything, it felt rather weak.] Because!

[fononfailure]

H-hey! [ Luke wasn't so much hurt by his attempt as surprised. ] No need to go pushing me around!

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

Stop squealing. What are you, blind or something?

[fononfailure]

I didn't squeal, and I'm not blind, jerk!

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

Could have fooled me.

[fononfailure]

That seems like an easy thing to do.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

If only making you shut up was as simple.

[fononfailure]

What a shame it's not, hmm?

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

...Yeah... congratulations for wasting my time. [Now back to business, he finds a first aid kit, or something of the sort, and sets it across a flat surface nearby, opening it up and plucking out a few things he thought were worthy.]

[fononfailure]

[ shrugs at his remark and goes to flop down in a chair nearby, eyeing him suspiciously. ] You're rude enough I don't feel bad for "wasting" your time.

[ailingremnants.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, he's ignoring again, big surprise there.]

[fononfailure]

...

[ Luke can stay quiet for a short time, but not for too long. ] You never did say what all that's for.