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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]

... [ Closes the distance between them in a couple steps, arms folded across his chest. ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Sit with me.

[engel]

[ Grumbles something about 'pushy replicas', seating himself on the edge of the bed. ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[engel]

... [ Whut. What's with the affection all of a sudden? She gets eyes rolled at her. ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

[engel]

[ Asch objects to that. Luke is the one who's a good pillow. ]

You're mind boggling, you know.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'm okay with that.

[engel]

[ Fair enough. ]

Not surprising. You're easy to please.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You make me sound like a kid.

[engel]

Perhaps that was the reason for my statement.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[engel]

[ Two can play. TICKLE TIME. ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[engel]

[ Mwahaha! Weak point found and is now being exploited! >D ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Stop! Stop!

[engel]

[ Holds her down with one hand, using his other to tickle her side. ]

Do you promise to rest until you are able to stand properly on your own?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yes yes, stooop!

[engel]

[ Okay, whining replica is pathetic. He'll cease tormenting her for now. ]

Good.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Just don't tickle me anymore.

[engel]

I had no idea you had such a weakness to being tickled.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I can't help it. I've been this way since I was little.

[engel]

Must have been a flaw in the replication process.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Is that possible?

[engel]

You think I'm an expert on fomicry?