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[Today, Abyss DR, you'll find one small child plopped down in the middle of a pathway. He blinks and squints in the sudden sunlight, then turns his head away to try and block it out, not realizing that raising your hand to do so would accomplish the same thing. Once he dares to open his eyes again...

He looks confused, then scared. Of course, he's not sure what that uncomfortable feeling is that seizes his chest and makes the beating in it increase its speed, but he knows that it's unpleasant, and it makes him want to get away from whatever's causing it.

Where was he, anyway? This was bright with colors and shapes he's never seen before, not the dark, muted walls of the castle. He shouldn't be here, right? He was told to wait. Well... dropped to the floor and continuously pushed down every time he tried to follow that man until he got the message, anyway. But that message still rings clear - he needed to stay there. And he's not there anymore.

So, he's going to try to scoot and drag his way to a space between two buildings. It doesn't look as bright, so it's practically the same thing, right? Still... where was he?]

[[OOC: Hi everyone! Luke is as new as I am to this place, and not only that, but he's only about... oh, an hour or two old. Have fun with that!]]

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[ Flame just sat there with his hand out -- like the dolt he was -- until his littler self scooted even closer. He smiled and held both his hands up for him to see. Wow... He really was tiny back then, wasn't he? Bitty!Luke's hands were just over half the size of his own. And they were softer, too, not calloused like his were from training with a sword and shotgun. ]

[ But after a while, Luke made to slowly crouch to his feet, taking both of mini-me's hands. Want to try standing? He did so slowly, making sure not to scare the little guy, and squeezed his hands in reassurance. ] Okay, now you try. Go on, stand up. You can do it.

[Whoa whoa whoa whoa, what was going on now? Even with the slowness of the gesture, he still started to look at both hands as if he doesn't know what's happening, and quite frankly, it kind of scares him. Especially when he lifts up a little once the man straightens up completely.

He looks up at him with wide eyes - what's going on?]

[ Luke's still hunched over a bit since his younger self is sitting, but he gently tugs on his hands, then points to bittyreplica's legs before his own. ... Yeah, he's totally good with this charades thing. ]

[Being bitty and relying on sight and touch to understand the world rather than explanations, he stares at the man's actions, sees how he gestures to their legs... He thinks he gets it, maybe. This person wants him to stand like he is, right?

But he hasn't even tried doing that. Rather, the last time he was upright like that, he'd been dragged down a dark hallway to where he was before he was brought here. Now that this person wants him to try it again, he purses his lips and looks away, his expression seeming uncomfortable. He doesn't really want to try.]

Aw, c'mon. You can do it. [ He tugged gently on his hands again with a small smile. ] Just once?

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But I'm caught up! 8D

And now it's the WEEKEND \o/

Weekends are always better with bittydrecks! \o/

And older selves at that! \o/

Fffff. <3 And not as good when you come down with the FLU. x<