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[Luke's shuffling slowly down the hallway, one arm pressed against the wall for support as she goes. Her breathing is slightly labored, and her wings are slack against her back. After a few more steps-]

*THUD* [She's fallen to the floor in a dead faint.]

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[engel]

[ Nods and turns her hand over, inspecting it. ]

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[engel]

One of us needs to be cautious.

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I'm capable of being cautious.

[engel]

Not from what I've seen.

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It's a hidden talent.

[engel]

In that's case, it must be the only thing you can hide.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I can hide lots of things, thank you very much.

[engel]

Perhaps your chest if you try hard enough.

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[engel]

[ VICTORY FANFARE! ]

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There.

[engel]

[ Leans toward her, also eyeing her chest. ]

No. I can still see them.

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[engel]

[ Puts a hand on either knee and pushes them apart. ]

Nope.

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You just like looking at my chest.

[engel]

Why ever would I do that?

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Because you're a guy.

[engel]

Did you go around staring at breasts when you were male?

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I have to admit, I stared at Tear sometimes.

[engel]

The Melodist? Her breasts were close to the point of being indecent.

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She couldn't help how big her chest was, Asch.

[engel]

You have horrible taste in women.

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What? Why? Tear's beautiful, and a good person.

[engel]

She is too unrefined and blunt. Then there is her figure.