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[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

[Sitting on a bench to enjoy the pleasant weather the Dressing room has been having, Luke is lightly tapping a pen against his cheek, thinking. His diary was sitting on his lap.]

Man...wonder how everyone else is doing back home.

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[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

Not really, but whatever. [Luke...doesn't seem to be all there. He slumps back on the bench.]

[obsidianmotion]

[ Asch finds it debatable that Luke was ever there to begin with. ] Where's that fighting spirit of yours? [ Returns to his spot behind Luke. ]

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

[sighs] What do you want?

[obsidianmotion]

Must I want something to speak with you?

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

Orignals normally wouldn't pester replicas unless they have something important to tell.

[obsidianmotion]

My reason is simply informing you that I have a new toy if you wish to play. [ Smirks, holding up a collar on his finger. ]

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

...I think I'll pass. [Peony's collar adventure was enough the first time.]

[obsidianmotion]

How dull you all are. It's no wonder we Originals never see fit to speak with you.

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

I've been given a collar before. It wasn't fun.

[obsidianmotion]

Perhaps you need to relearn the meaning of 'fun', in that case.

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

I don't think I want to learn your type of fun.

[obsidianmotion]

Hm. No doubt. [ Tugs at the collar of Luke's jacket. ]

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

[starts, turning his head slightly and tries to jerk away] I said I'm not interested.

[obsidianmotion]

I will not bother you this time. How is your neck fairing? [ Runs his hand over the spot he had attacked previously. ]

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

[shivers, and then swats at his hand.] Better, no thanks to you.

[obsidianmotion]

[ Strokes his thumb down the front of Luke's throat, chuckling. ] You are one of the more admirable replicas I've com across.

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

[moves to the other end of the bench, glaring at him]

[obsidianmotion]

[ Slides right along with him, casually leaning against the bench. ]

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

Quit that.

[obsidianmotion]

Quit what, may I ask?

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

Like...you...just whatever you're doing!

[obsidianmotion]

I'm outside enjoying the weather and your wonderful company.

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

Yea well, I don't trust you, stalking me around like this.

[obsidianmotion]

Happening across you was nothing more than coincidence, replica.

[shishaku-luke.livejournal.com]

Right, "coincidence".