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[A certain fraccion is sitting out by his lonesome, looking rather depressed as he twirled a scalpel between his fingers, before throwing it into the dirt as hard as he could with a faint growl. Of course, him throwing something as hard as he could meant that the scalpel buried itself almost entirely. Another faint sigh escaped from him; he supposed he should pull it back out before one of the children around encountered it, but he didn't have the heart for it.]

[He could use a hug... or a specimen to play with. Either one.]

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[...there was that damn weird feeling in his chest again. His heart could kindly stop beating so hard now, thank you. Still... these feelings were making him push himself up, his lips lightly brushing against his cheek...]

[engel]

[ That weird feeling must have some affect on the original, given his cheeks are a healthy shade of red and not only from the chilly air. He went still at feeling the other so close, finally hazarding a look down at him. ]

...hm?

Damn, I thought I answered this!

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[Luke almost jerked back as Asch turned his head, though not fast enough, as their lips brushed against one another. He froze, his heart pounding oddly in his chest, and not sure what he should do.]

I...

♥

[engel]

[ With Luke remaining still he let out a long and heavy breath, leaning backwards. A hand coming up to briefly shield his mouth, though he hoped running it through his bangs would mask the gesture. ]

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[Luke finally forced himself to look away, making a face as he felt his cheeks growing hot. What the hell... stupid human emotions! Why couldn't he find a world with his master on it, and he could get rid of those troublesome things?!]

[engel]

[ No longer having to fight back.. whatever noise was threatening to escape his lips, Asch edged forward until their heads tapped against one another. He remains quiet, trying to meet Luke's eyes. ]

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[Again, Luke found himself rather close to Asch, gazing into his eyes, his heart doing a lovely set of flip flops that made his chest feel like it was twisting up. His visible cheek turned a pleasant shade of scarlet, and he just didn't know what to do for the first time in his new life.]

[engel]

[ Asch was unsure of the best course of action; he didn't intend to give Luke the wrong impression by threading a hand through the replica's choppy bangs for no reason other than keeping himself busy. Not that he wanted to incur his wrath by pushing him away either. ]

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[Luke swallowed softly, feeling a weird ache in his chest. He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. Someone please make it stop...]

Asch...

[engel]

[ The pleading tone made a lump swell in the back of his throat and he found himself making comforting noises, hoping that would help to soothe the fraccion's distraught. ]

I'm sorry.

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[Luke let out a soft noise, wanting to break through the curtain of his wings and just run away from him. Instead he found himself leaning against him, clutching a hand to his heart.]

It hurts...

[engel]

I know it does. But you need to find the answer yourself.

[ Asch had an inkling that his touch would only make things worse, yet he couldn't just sit there while the replica he wanted to help suffered. His fingers trailed along the bone outlining his face, down past the hair at the nape of his neck to rub an entire hand against Luke's spine. Mother had done that for him and it helped... ]

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[Luke let out a soft whimper, closing his eyes and letting Asch's warmth engulf him. He was being terribly weak... but master didn't need to know about one moment of weakness, did he? Of course not. Slowly, he forced himself to calm, resting heavily against Asch.]

[engel]

[ And it was that supposed weakness Asch was drawn to; what purpose would his presence serve if this replica -- and the others -- had no need for him? That was what made him angriest. When they got to the point of no longer requiring the one person responsible for their existence. So quietly, Asch was pleased Luke was suffering, and it made him sick to his stomach. ]

...it's all right.

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[Luke let out a shuddering breath, the only betrayal that he was still uneasy, but he otherwise fell quiet. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around Asch, letting out a soft sigh as he felt his heart ease a little.]

[engel]

[ The lingering feelings of guilt began to lift when Luke's tense muscles relaxed against his frame, and without hesitating for a moment he returned the hug. Who knew how long his master had kept affection from him? That was the one thing all the replicas had in common: their desire to be loved. ]

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[Gradually, Luke's breathing evened out, and he fell a little heavy against Asch. Apparently sleeping had been lost on this not-quite-human replica in addition to everything else.]

[engel]

[ ...not surprising, given his workaholic nature. Asch won't be moving more than a couple inches any time soon while there's a resting replica in his lap. Luke won't have to worry about the cold, either, as the Oracle uniform's tabard gets wrapped around them both, with his wings acting as insulation under that. ]