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*is huddled in the corner of a room, arms over his head, as if trying to brace himself for something*

I-I'll be good... I'll be good, I promise....!

((...S-so you know Metalhead [

crimsongrunge ]? I'm kind of jumping on the bandwagon here. Here's his nine year old self, before he ran away from his parents. S-SORRY FOR MORE EMO, BUT MAKE HIM HAPPY? 8DD))

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*tries to curl into himself more, whimpering quietly*

((concuuuuured))

*stops just short of him and sits on the floor.* Hey there, Asch..

*flinches again, and finally looks at her through his arms - ohdamn, you're not his mom or dad* ...h-how do you know my name?

*smiles at him, if a bit sadly.* ..I know someone who looks a lot like you, and that's his name as well.

....

Are you hurt?

M-my ankle...

If you tell me which one, I'll have a look at it, alright?

.... *slightly sticks out his left ankle*

*very gently examines his ankle.*

...

*lifts it just a bit, placing both glowing hands on him.*

*just watches her, trying not to pull away*

*finishes and looks up at him.* Is that better?

....*nods*

That's good. How are you feeling?

*takes a moment to consider his answer* ...S-sick...

*slowly reaches for his hands.* Do you need to get to the bathroom?

...*shakes his head*

Alright. I don't think you should stay here, though.

...... *nods slightly - btw, he has a slight fever from not sleeping for a day and a half*

*takes hold of his hands, trying to get him to stand.*

*pushes himself up weakly and slowly, hands gripping Luke's tightly*

*notices how fatigued he seems and pulls him close, lifting him into her arms.*

*wraps his arms around her neck*