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[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[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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[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

All right... [lays in bed and waits.]

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

[Give Asch about half an hour before he returns with a warm bowl of soup. He pulls up a chair, sitting down beside the bed] I'm sure you can handle a little bit soup.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Luke raised his head, peering at it curiously. Ohh... was it chicken noodle?]

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

[yep, cures the soul. Asch was giving Luke a look]

...Do I have to feed you too?

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head, sitting up carefully and starting to eat.]

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

...[sits and watches him patiently] Well...?

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[lets out a small laugh]

It's very good. You know I don't need to compliment your cooking.

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

I'm more concern with how your body's taking food.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

...stomach hasn't complained yet.

[eats a little more gingerly now.]

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

...[remains quiet, continuing to watch him.]