*humming happily the hum of the innocent, hair looped up and pinned with decorative chopsticks as she cooks something, hips swaying to the beat in her head* Mm... shit, this smells good.
*Luke is unconscious, laying flat on a bench, his guitar propped up near him. He looks asleep, his breathing steady and even.*
((AU!Luke again from rhythmonhigh. Back from a ridiculously long hiatus due to school...It's about 3:30 in the morning where I'm only tagging back for the nexr 1/2 hour or so...will tagback more tomorrow, of course~. Be good to him. Again, he'll probably be very confused when you wake him up. ^^;))