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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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[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

[Stays quiet]

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

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[give it a moment]

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[little more!]

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...wow. [COUGH] Uhh... wow.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...It's not that surprising. It shouldn't be, at least.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

I just... I can't even picture myself female...

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...She doesn't look female, if that helps at all.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

...not really!

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...Whatever.

I'll help you to the room, if you want.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

T-thanks...

[He doesn't think he can take much more brain break.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

[He lifts him up carefully, carrying him to the guest room (which happens to be on the first floor, luckily enough for them). He drops him onto the bed, careful to not rip out any more stitches.]

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[lets out a soft noise when he hits the bed, but doesn't complain. Carefully, he pulled off his boots, resting them by the bed, before finally laying back.]

Thanks Asch.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...You're welcome, I guess.

The kitchen's close by, if you decide you need anything. Just don't cook, there's probably enough stuff around you can eat like it is.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

Okay... thanks again.

[...this was kind of awkward, and he couldn't help but blush a little bit.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

[He notices Luke's discomfort but doesn't really know what to do, so he just avoids looking at him for now. He doesn't want to leave yet, though, until he's sure the replica will be alright.]

...I'll be around if you need anything.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

All right...

[shifts a bit, before sitting up again, unhooking his sword and resting it against the wall.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...That's all, I guess. [He finally leaves, going to the kitchen to cook something. He's planning on coming back shortly to check on Luke, though, since he's really not sure what to do here.]