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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]

Yeah right. He'd probably end up kicking me in the shins as kid when I tell him no. Somewhere between both of us would be preferable.

[scionofhispower]

Yes, because if he was like you, he'd kick you in the shins and then complain about it.

[fononfailure]

[ Thwacks him lightly on the back. ] I would not do something like that.

[scionofhispower]

Now, perhaps.

[fononfailure]

..okay, yeah. I might have back then. So we just won't spoil him as much as I was.

[scionofhispower]

Hm.

[fononfailure]

No matter how he turns out, he'll still be ours.

[scionofhispower]

Mm. And that's all that matters.

[fononfailure]

[ Suddenly latches onto his arm. ] And you'll be with me then, too.

[scionofhispower]

[frowns slightly] Luke?

[fononfailure]

...I'm just glad to have you.