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[Have a Luke stumbling into town, though he doesn't look very well. He's hunched over, hands over his arms and trying desperately to hide just what's wrong with him. And what is wrong with him? Well... if you look close, you can see stitches running up his stomach, as well as stitches around his shoulders, elbows, each finger...]

[Such is what happens when someone dissects you, then puts you back together again.]

Th-this place...? But... why now...?

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I don't understand how all of you can be so stupid. [But despite his words he comes closer, kneeling to try and get a better look at his injuries.]

[You know what a rag doll looks like, Asch? That's pretty much Luke right now. He wasn't kidding when he said he was dissected. He's just... leaving out the whole part where he was awake during the fact. Well, until...]

[shakes his head.]

W-well, it's fine now...

You still shouldn't be up. You'll tear something. [He takes a deep breath before hauling Luke up, ready to support most of his weight- or carry him, if the replica can't even manage that.]

[adjf;lasjdfsl wut?! Luke let out an awkward noise as he was picked up, clinging to Asch, but not saying anything outside of a small sound of protest.]

...I'm going to bring you somewhere safe. Unless you actually want to stay out here like this.

Uh... w-well, no...

Good. Come on, then. [He starts walking towards his home, currently just supporting Luke but ready to catch him should he stumble.]

[hobbling along beside him, biting his lip and trying to ignore the fact that his legs really don't feel like cooperating with him.]

[He just continues along, although the house is on the outskirts so it will be an awfully long walk at this pace. It doesn't really seem to bother Asch, though, and he doesn't seem to be paying much attention anymore as he continues helping Luke.]

[Hobbling, hobbling, hobbling along; he's trying so hard to keep walking like he was, but his leg lets out an odd noise of protest, and Luke bites his lip against a pained cry, trying not to fall over.]

[Asch stops as soon as he notices Luke's pain, turning slightly to look at him better.]

...Do I need to carry you?

[Luke clung to him, biting his lip against a soft whimper.]

I-I... m-might be a good idea...

...Alright. [He takes another deep breath to prepare himself before lifting Luke up as carefully as he can. After taking a moment to adjust himself, he started walking again, slower than before.]

[Luke let out a soft sound, but didn't protest further than that, resting his head against his shoulder.]

[He's a bit uncomfortable with having Luke this close, so he starts to hurry when the replica rests his head on him. Pretty soon a nice (and fairly large) house is visible up ahead, and Asch moves quickly towards it.]

[...this a bad time to mention where he's from, and what he does with his original? Don't worry though, his hands stay in sight, and he looks a little out of it by the time they make it to the house.]

[This Asch would not be happy to hear about that, especially if it meant the replica was going to try anything. As it is, though, he carries Luke inside and (as carefully as he can), sets him down on the couch in the living room.]

...Did anything open up on the way over?

That noise my leg made... something had to have ripped open...

[reaches down to pull up a pant leg, before he hesitates. He really doesn't want to know what his legs look like...]

...Stay here, then. I'll see what we have to take care of it with. [He quickly leaves the room, searching quietly for some sort of first aid kit or something of the like.]

[Luke watches him leave... before finally reaching down, biting his lip as he pulled up the leg of his pants, only to find the stitches over the knee for one of them ripped wide open. He made a face, looking away and waiting for Asch to come back.]

[Asch comes back quickly, first aid kit in hand, and sits next to Luke. After taking one glance at his leg he gets to work, unfazed by the state of the injury.]

...You should have told me you couldn't walk.

I didn't think it was that fragile...

[Which was true... there are other things holding his limbs together... right?]

Stitches come undone rather easily if they're under too much stress.

Oh... I... didn't know.

[he's never really HAD stitches before]

I noticed. [He gets to work making sure it's all clean before quickly pulling the damaged stitches out.]