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[fononfailure]

[ Sitting in the dead center of an overstuffed, floofy sofa is quite possibly the single most oddball Luke you will ever have the pleasure to set eyes on. She's attired in the typical Wild Saber outfit, meaning no shirt, holding a notebook filled with neat writing in both hands, and there's a cheagle plush tucked under one arm while her baby is seated in her lap. Best of all, she's fast asleep and snoring loudly. Poke, prod, or otherwise harass the snoozing dreck? ]

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[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

But you hurt my hand.

[fononfailure]

That was an accident...

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

It still hurts.

[fononfailure]

I know, I'm sorry.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

I wanted to look at it. [points at Aidan]

[fononfailure]

You can now that I'm awake.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

You won't be mad?

[fononfailure]

As long as you don't hurt him, no.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

I won't... [carefully edges closer]

[fononfailure]

[ Scoots to allow him to reach Aidan. ]

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

[carefully reaches out a hand, unsure about touching him]

[fononfailure]

[ Keeps petting Aidan, letting Asch go as slow as he likes. ]

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

He won't hurt me?

[fononfailure]

I don't think he can.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

...Is he soft?

[fononfailure]

Very much so.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

...And it's really okay?

[fononfailure]

Really.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Okay... [reaches out and gently strokes Aidan's hand]

[fononfailure]

[ The tiny bundle wiggles some, then wraps his fingers around one of Asch's. ]

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

[looks really surprised, looking up at Luke] Why did he do that?

[fononfailure]

I think he likes you.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

He does?

[fononfailure]

Mm. He can tell you're nice.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

But he's so little...