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[After the rather disastrous end to his "battle" in the chess match, Luke is having a grand old time hacking and slashing away at the trunk of a tree in some secluded area with his knife. After a while he gets irritated with ...something; the tree, himself, the knife, who knows? Either way he cries out in general frustration and throws the knife aside and stalks a few feet from it, clicking his lighter with his hands cupped around his face. After a few clicks, he pulls the lighter away and exhales a mouthful of smoke, cigarette in his hand.] Tch.

[lolol becoming nsfw.]

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[ Don't think we didn't see you skulk off. This particular Asch had followed the mechanic not long after and took to... not so much hiding as lurking nearby, waiting for Luke to grow either bored or weary of venting. It isn't as though he thought the street smart replica would be unable to sense his presence. It was simply easier this way. ]

I thought you gave those up.

Call it a nostalgic keepsake.

Your lungs are good enough for that.

I'll be fine. [Says the kid that just started coughing, despite himself.]

...

Right. Sit your ass down before I force you to.

...I'm not sick, Asch. It's called Lung Cancer. [...How does that make you not sick.]

... [ Looking at you like you're the stupidest thing on Auldrant and anywhere else, dreck. Also stalking towards him. ]

[Just kind of ignores both the look and the stalking, taking a pointed drag from the cigarette.]

[ Once within arm's reach he grabs Luke by the shirt front, drags him to a nearby fallen tree, and pushes him down onto it. ]

[Squawks, sits, and looks marginally scandalized.] ...All right, what good does that do? [Waves his cigarette at him.]

It makes your lungs work less. [ Snatches the damned thing and clamps it between his teeth, scowling. ]

[Started to respond but just STOPS. You-- with-- why. Excuse us as we turn a comical shade of red.]

[ Remember that 'you're an idiot' look you always got on Auldrant? That's what you're getting now. ] Not one word out of you. [ We don't want to hear your whining. ]

[...Oh yes, we remember that look. And it causes a slow shift in expression until he looks away with a nod.]

[ That... was surprisingly easy. His eyebrows furrow with an annoyance most reserve for nagging children and he rests a hand on Luke's head. ]

It's not like it matters anymore.

Bullshit. There is no reason for you to go rushing into death.

Lung Cancer is Lung Cancer. It'll kill me eventually anyway. If I don't wind up shooting myself on accident again before then.

[ Pulls his hand away with a snarl and stomps off towards the knife sticking out of the ground. Looks rather like a train with that trail of smoke. ]

... [Gets up and follows him, reaching for his shoulder.]

[ Careful there, unless you want to get smacked with a wi-- oops. ]

Don't you know not to sneak up on people?

... [Just tugs a little bit on his shoulder.]

What? [ Stops, turning only enough to look at him. ]

[Reaches up, takes the cigarette from between his teeth, and promptly kisses him squarely on the lips. No, I don't know where this is coming from other than the fact that I adore this icon.]

[ fffff. Make me dig out the proper icon why don't you. Had he still been holding said cigarette, it'd be on the ground about now. And no, you don't see his wings fluffing to double their normal size from sheer surprise. ]

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