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[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[It's been a while since this particular Luke has gone anywhere...he's been pretty much dead for a while; so dead, actually, that when he wakes up, he gets this eerie "sleeping for 20 years" feeling. First thing he does when he sits up, is check his iPod, only to realize its as dead as he was. Great. He peers around and recognizes this place, then wonders if anyone recognizes him, but more importantly, he wonders if anything has changed.]

[This Luke = Modern Luke. He's been here before, but he might have trouble remembering you if you talk to him.]

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Oh hay there bb <333

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Oh Lukes... they just love coming back from the dead, don't they? Have another semi dead Luke, Luke! Only he's so preoccupied with writing away in his notebook that he doesn't see you until he trips over you. Oops.]

OH HELL NO. /throws iPod at.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[Oh fuc--Great. Just Great. This place hasn't changed at all; three seconds up and he's being used as people's doormats. Prepare for the bitchout]

What is wrong with you, man?!

MUAHAHAHA! XDDD

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Luke let out an irritated noise, turning his head to this other Luke could clearly see his bone mask as he glared at him, before turning his attention away from one of his many insignificant human counterparts. Dammit, where the hell did his notebook go?]

Re: MUAHAHAHA! XDDD

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[Good Luck getting the notebook; it's under Luke's fat ass. On any other day, Luke would have probably stared at the stupid outfit, and the stupid mask and whatever other stupid features Luke possessed, but as it stood right now, Luke had no music and he was feeling pretty irritated; no time to be amazed when he was going through withdrawals.] What kind of idiot writes while walking?!

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[distracted; still looking for that notebook...] An individual that is constantly in pursuit of knowledge to benefit his master's ambitions is certainly not an idiot.

[He paused, turning slightly toward Luke, only to see his notebook poking itself out from under the human.]

Kindly remove yourself from my notebook.

Someday, I will get this tag right.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

..."Master"? Oh, whoa. [That was kind of creepy. Mostly because to the ill-mind of youth, anything that had to do with the word "master" had to do with questionable content found on the internet. He didn't want to know who this dude's "Master" was; he was too horrified with the thought of himself being a sex slave of some sorts.]

XD *hugs*

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...whatever perverse thoughts are running through that minuscule mind of yours, I can assure you, they're wrong.

[Luke stands up, quite displeased that he has not listened to him and removed himself from his notebook. Not in the mood to wait any longer, he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up one handed as if he weighted nothing at all, and grabbing his precious research data before letting the human drop back to the ground.]

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[Luke frowns at the attitude and hunches over, crossing his arms and muttering] Tch. Your dick is "miniscule".

[The huffing was interrupted, however, at him being lifted by the neck. Again, not something that was new, but not something that was particularly pleasant considering the black messenger bag on his side slammed down on the floor very noticeably.] Hey man! What the hell! You're gonna bust my laptop!

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

My apologies. [Though he doesn't sound apologetic at all.] Perhaps next time you will listen when someone tells you to move.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Are you okay?

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[He stares for a long time at the kid before realizing it isn't the little girl he knew. He shakes his head] Uh...I think so.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

You looked confused...

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

...I am. [He keeps looking around] I'm pretty sure this isn't my home.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

It is now.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

I feel like I've forgotten...a lot. [He takes another look at Asch] Aren't you supposed to be a girl?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

No... I got turned into a girl once, though.

But there was a girl Asch who stayed with us sometimes... I think she went home.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Was she...going to have a baby?

[prismshards]

[ Try not to sit up too fast there, Luke. Someone's concerned about having found you lying on the ground and was worrying that he might have to try that CPR thing. Seriously, he wasn't hovering over you for a kiss! ]

W-wah!

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

...

[He could accept being gay. That was fine; he stopped being in denial a while ago. Being gay with himself? Sorry, that just wasn't going to happen anytime soon.]

You better not, or I will rip your balls out!

[prismshards]

[ Luke flails about in a failed attempt to regain his balance before landing on his ass with a OOMPH. Getting threatened is his thanks for being concerned? So much for the shorter-haired versions of himself being more amicable. ]

I'd better not what? I was just trying to help!

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[Sitting up quickly. And cradling his knees to himself -he suddenly feels very threatened-]

I know I'm good lookin', but I don't need to wake up to my face that close!

[prismshards]

[ Brushes the dirt off his coat before getting to his knees. ]

Huh?! Don't you think that's kinda weird to be talking to yourself about?

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

[Flat look] I'm talking to myself. [A point towards the poor replica] I think "weird" isn't an appropriate scale to measure strange occurrences anymore.

[prismshards]

[ So confused. How this was worse than talking with Asch was beyond him. ] "Weird" is about as descriptive as you can get without going into 'crazy' or 'fucked up'.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

This place is pretty "fucked up" alright. And so is waking up to another me almost kissing me. [Glare.]