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[A certain 'Alexander Astori', otherwise known as one of the many very intensely grumpy redheads populating the dressing room, has appeared once again. This time he's minus a cat, but he's not too worried, if no less annoyed over it all. He's dressed more casually that he was last time, and is missing his phone.]

.... Damnit. Here again.

(OOC: o-okay! 8|b I failed at this last time! Let's try again, with less of the failing and more of the doing this right.)

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[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

[pauses for a long moment, considering. He doesn't really want to get attached to this kid, but at the same time....] Fine. If none of the others are around and you're in trouble, I'll help you. [loathe as he is to admit it, that's what he'd do, anyway]

[onwingsofflame]

Eheh~ [Luke's gonna just smile up at him, since that made him really happy]

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

[and Asch is going to just fall silent and feel a little awkward; he really isn't good with kids]

[onwingsofflame]

[He's going back to actually being interested in your clothes again.] Hey, hey! Um... Mister had funny clothes like you, to...

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Who's 'mister'?

[onwingsofflame]

Mister looked like Big Brother but wasn't one of the 'other Big Brothers,' and, um... and said he was Big Brother's friend. And he saved me from the scary lady!

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

[pauses briefly to make sure he's processing that string of words right]

I have someone that looks like me but isn't me, or another version of me. But he has other versions of himself, too. I'm not sure which you're talking about.

[onwingsofflame]

[looks confused] A re... um... rep... uh... copy person?

[bloodiedashes.livejournal.com]

Yeah. He's a replica.