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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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[fononfailure]

Mm. That's right.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

My hair, too?

[fononfailure]

Yep. You have nice hair.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Really?

[fononfailure]

It's always soft..

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

How do you know that?

[fononfailure]

My Asch's is the same.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

You have an Asch?

[fononfailure]

Yeah, I do. I'm his age physically.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Is he nice?

[fononfailure]

Very nice.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Is he the baby's father?

[fononfailure]

..that's right.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

...Can I meet him?

[fononfailure]

...you want to?

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah... I think he'll be nice.

And he has a nice baby.

[fononfailure]

...he is very kind. And I hope Aidan turns out to be nice too.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Aidan? Who's that?

[fononfailure]

This is Aidan. [ Lifts one of his tiny hands with a finger. ]

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

He has a nice name.

[fononfailure]

Heh.. Thanks.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

...I like him a lot.

[fononfailure]

I'm glad you do... I think he's going to like you a lot when he's older.

[bittygrief.livejournal.com]

Why would he like me?

[fononfailure]

Just a feeling.