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[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[Today, Luke can be found sitting on the floor. ...In the middle of a public area. In his coveralls! Although they're peeled off his upper half and tied around his waist, and the shirt underneath is covered in grease spots. He's currently fiddling amongst a sizable pile of scrap metals and tools. He appears to be making something. Do feel free to pester.]

Comments

[fononfailure]

Oh come on, can't you look around and dig up what you need? There's everything under the sun here somewhere!

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

...you don't really get it, doll.

[fononfailure]

'm not a doll... What is there to get?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

It's a nickname. Get used to it, I'm bad with names.

[fononfailure]

Bad with names! We have the same one! [ Gives him an exasperated look. Is that what she always looks like doing that..? ] If you're going to be like that, then I'll come up with something that'll make you wish you'd never heard of the word "doll".

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

That's the problem. Try me.

[fononfailure]

That doesn't make any sense. [ Tilts her head back and forth, considering him. ] ...somehow, I think calling you a pervert wouldn't bother you in the least.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

You don't know me, so of course it wouldn't. Nope.

[fononfailure]

... [ Oh ho. She has an idea. ] But I do know you. I'm you and you're me.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

Used to be.

[fononfailure]

You're still Luke, same as me. Our parents are Suzanne and Crimson fon Fabre. We were replicated from Asch. You can't run from those facts.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

No, but I'm a lot different than I was in Auldrant. We're not the same anymore.

[fononfailure]

Everybody is growing constantly. Not a single one of us is the same as we were a year ago. Do you wanna know how I know we're still the same?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

We're not. For starters, you're a girl.

[fononfailure]

[ Waves her hand around, resting it on his shoulder after. ] Yeah, well, you're acting like one. Sissy.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

What the hell is your problem, anyway?

[fononfailure]

Doesn't look like I'm the one with a problem.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

You're disrupting my work.

[fononfailure]

Sorry. You can continue.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[fononfailure]

...

[ Very, very lightly rests against him. ] We're the same because I know what bugs you.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

You exploit it, too.

[fononfailure]

I have my reasons.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you to.

[fononfailure]

And I don't plan on letting up any time soon.