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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[And over in this corner of the dressing room, there is a Luke. A Luke, dressed in a long-sleeved tunic and pants that match, his coat off his shoulders and bundled on top of his head-- he seems to be kind of ...hiding under it. He's talking-- upon closer investigation, one would realize he's doing one of two things. Either talking to the mellow white cat sitting in his lap, or talking to the tiny pink fontech in his hand. He's also not wearing any shoes, for one reason or another.]

[By all means, come bother the weirdo.]

[[...by tiny pink fontech, I mean he's borrowed not_yuuna's mp3 player again. I need to post her again someday. XD]]

Comments

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised. ...For that matter, are you still twenty-seven? [If so, we're older than you. Freaky.]

[mistressvan.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Yes, I am. And why does that concern you?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[...20/20 Hindsight. Makes a face, bowing forward slightly in apology.] Crap, I forgot that's a rude thing to ask a lady. [Smiles crookedly.] Though with all due respect, it's strange to consider you one. It concerns me because that means I'm two years older than you and that's weird.

[mistressvan.livejournal.com]

...You don't appear to be twenty-nine. [And all things considered, the replica should look ten years older than that.]

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

...Well technically I've only been alive for nineteen years, so I guess the aging process is kind of complicated? Frankly I think I look all right for nearly thirty. [Let's see how she reacts to this one.] Besides, I'm sure my daughter will see to it that I go grey before I'm Jade's age.

[mistressvan.livejournal.com]

...You have a daughter?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[Closes his eyes over, nodding.] Seven years old-- almost eight, now! Wow, eight. [Babbles off to himself for a moment about birthdays and parties and what he can get her for turning eight.]