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[ Luke stands, extremely confused, with a crate of apples balanced on his right shoulder. He isn't wearing his jacket, his skin looks a few shades darker than usual and he's pretty sweaty. He has to hold up the crate with his right hand alone so he can rub away the sweat on his brow. Luke's got some muscle going on! ]

This is weird. Rose didn't say we were going anywhere. Maybe I fell asleep in the cart on my break and she had somewhere to go. But then... where's the cart?

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[engel]

Perhaps.

[ At that he gives Luke a grin one might not expect from the surly original; he's actually amused. ]

Do not tempt me unless you wish to suffer the consequences. For all you know, I just might take you up on that offer.

[myfillofsinking.livejournal.com]

[ Luke is smiling, and without thinking, responding to Asch's friendly teasing. ]

I wouldn't do that if I were you. I've got a good throwing arm and a lot of fruit!

[engel]

[ He laughs outright and rests a hand on the sword at his side. ]

That could prove to be amusing. You would have to be a fool to think fruit can stand up to a blade or fonic artes.

[myfillofsinking.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you're right. You'd just mince the fruit and me!

[ The crate is really uncomfortable now, so he moves it to the other shoulder. ]

I'm not supposed to do this since they're not mine, but Rose isn't here to see, so... Want one?

[engel]

That would be easiest.

[ The offer gets a raised eyebrow in response-- or perhaps it's the fact Luke hasn't bothered to set the thing of fruit down. ]

I am not about to encourage you to get yourself in trouble, idiot.