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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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[Shut up, Asch was never the sharpest sword out there. 8| Blame the genes. He sighs a little bit, then scoots over to Luke himself. Ugh, that was uncomfortable, moving while crouched and injured, but he ignored it. He had other things to worry about right now.]

...Off. Clothes come off.

[And he's removing Luke's...well, whatever they were. Rags, perhaps. Asch would have to get him some real clothes later. He can use one of his shirts to sleep in for tonight. It'd be huge on him, but it'd be better than nothing.]

There. Off.

Ah... ff.

[What a weird word, and Luke isn't really sure what it means, either. The clothes? Hmm.

Regardless, he looks down at his hands and the rest of his body. He'd done this before, right after he was created. That scary man did at least give him some time to see what kind of body he had, if only to make sure everything went right.

Still. After wearing those tattered clothes, it's kind of weird to see all skin.]

Off.

[Asch checks the tub, and brings the little replica closer, as he turns the faucet off, the water slowing to a drippy stop as the handle squeaks. Again, Asch repeats the word he said before - off. He just turned the water off.

He tests the water his a few fingers, satisfied with the temperature (warm, not hot), and looks sideways at Luke - careful not to look anywhere but his face. ~~Asch will forever be a prude, truly.~~ This better not be like trying to wash a cat or something... Asch could only take so much yowling and whining from the older dreck, let alone the littler one.

Just....how does he begin? 8|a Should he slowly put him in? IS THERE A METHOD TO IT? Screw babysitting, where is Guy.]

[So many uses for that word... First his clothes, now the knob thing. Luke might not get what that word really means just yet - it'll take more work than that.

He pulls himself over to the side of the tub and glances over - only to duck down at the sight of the water. It looked so... weird. Clear and... wiggly, nothing like what Luke had ever seen before. Carefully, he peeks up over the side again, then slowly reaches out a hand to poke at the water. Again, he pulls back, this time staring down at his hand. It was wet now... much like when he felt his cheeks after he cried so much in the dark place he was in. So was this... whatever came out of his eyes?

Luke reaches out again and submerges his hand, this time keeping it there and moving his hand around. Huh... this actually felt kind of nice! Not so weird, but nice and warm. And maybe if he moves his hand a little faster-

A splash! Whoa!]

[Asch watches, curiously, as Luke plays with the water, watching and touching and...splashing. Oh, marvelous. He could see this bath ending in disaster already. He glances over his shoulder, and sighs in relief at the amount of towels he was given. He'll leave a tip for the maid tomorrow morning - no doubt they'll be of use very soon.

Okay, but now it's your turn, little dreck. Asch takes a gentle hold of Luke and lifts him up and carefully eases him right into the water, letting him sit down in the tub. ...There. Good. No screaming, yet.

Asch will just...grabs a few towels and put them around the edge of the tub, just in case, then begin to drip water from his cupped hand onto Luke's shoulders and arms. He'll do his hair in a little bit.]

I don't have anything you can play with.

[Should he get toys for hi--No! No, he's not staying for more than a few days! This was the replica, after all! Asch has no obligation to care for him!]

[Whoa whoa WHOA, one minute he was playing with the water and the next he was IN it! Luke had kicked his feet in surprise, effectively soaking the front of the shower wall, and once he's in the water... He goes still at first, just staring down at the water with wide eyes. It feels so... weird. Kind of pleasant, but weird.

Once Asch starts to wet him down, Luke watches what he's doing, sees how he has the water cupped in his hands... then tries it himself. He cups his hands in the water and lifts them up, but due to him holding his hands wrong, the water just falls back into the tub. He makes a little face and pushes the water away, only for it to rush back at him like a mini tidal wave.

... OMG SO FUN.

It's really too bad you don't have anything else for Luke to play with, Asch, because now Luke is pushing at the water and making a whole set of mini tidal waves to slosh over the tub and make him laugh.]

Push!

[OH GOD, THIS WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA. Asch's face sours at the water splashing over the side of the tub, and he's so glad for the numerous towels he put down before. They'd certainly absorb some of the water, at the least. ...He's going to have a lot to clean up after, though, rrrgh. Still, Asch's going to cut off Luke's little play session rather quickly, if he wants to save his bathroom.

Asch dips his hands into the water and drops it right over Luke's head with a bit of a smirk. He's not afraid of the kidlet getting hurt or anything - it was just water - but it does feel kind of good for the small, slightly sadistic part of him. Plus, it was just funny to watch the little dreck makes faces like that. And he'll do it again, too. Just twice, to also get Luke's hair wet before he really began to actually clean him, and wait for Luke's reaction, smirking like the smug bastard that he is.

Feel his wrath, replica.]

[You dumped water on a kid's head. You monster.

No, but Luke's laughter does cut off when he feels the water soak his hair down, though it's only out of surprise. He looks up at Asch, and then- AH IT HAPPENED AGAIN

Luke reaches up to pat his head, feeling how much flatter it is thanks to the water, and... his mirth rises up again, and he laughs and looks up at Asch with an eager expression. He's not sure how to say "Do it again!", but he'd sure like for him to get the message somehow.]

[...Huh. He's not screaming. This is actually a good sign, though Asch also wonders if Luke is all right or something. He didn't break the little dreck, did he?

But...wait. He's laughing now? What the hell is wrong with you, kid, most children scream like freaks when they get water dumped over their heads. Thankfully, he wasn't like that, but still! He would always seen the Daathic children having baths out in washtubs outside (the less wealthy side of the city) when the weather was nice and the children almost always were in tears. So this was...odd.]

Again?

[That's what it looked like, at least. Asch repeated the action, and carefully dumped another, smaller handful of water over Luke's head. Really, though, he had to begin washing him soon.]

[OMG OMG HE DID IT AGAIN

Luke squeezes his eyes shut as the water drips over his face and - well, he does scream, but definitely not in the way that Asch had envisioned. It only lasts for a second before it turns into loud laughter instead, and he pushes his fingers into his hair to get a better feel of the water. See, this? This is the most fun that Luke has ever had, and that's saying something considering he's only just begun to experience life.]

[Oh, Score, that is the most ador--]

[--rrrrrrbvjkbcn.

No! No, this was the replica! The dreck! He was not going to get attached to the person who took his entire life away! Asch huffed, then reached silently for a bar of soap and a wash cloth. He wet the cloth gently, then began rubbing the soap into it, getting up a good lather. Once that's done, Asch stoically begins to rub the soapy washcloth over Luke's shoulder, then down his arm, and moved to the opposite side.]

Don't touch your face, it'll hurt.

[Eh what. Luke's mirth fades as Asch begins to clean him, and once he's done with one arm, he pulls his hand back to stare at the soap left on his hand. What. Is this stuff. And what did Asch just say, he couldn't understand a word of that.

So, to try and figure out what this stuff is, he... experimentally touches his tongue against the tip of his finger and-]

Ghck-! [AS;LDFJ THAT'S SO GROSS ASCH WHAT IS THIS STUFF]

[Pfff--okay, that? That was just hilarious. He was glad the little kid hadn't touched his face or eyes, but the sound, Luke's face, everything was just too funny. Asch snorted and laughed softly as he soaped over Luke's chest next.]

That's soap, Luke. Soap. You can't eat it.

[He snickers again, soaping the dreck's back before beginning to rinse it all off. Good lord, he was filthy...Asch would have to drain the tub before attempting to wash Luke's hair. There was no way he's rinse it out with dirty bath water, yuck.]

Suh... So-puh!

[That's his way of both saying the word and telling how he feels about it. He even huffs and jerks his hand back into the water again. Gross stuff. B| And... hey, why is the water all dirty now? Luke's curious for a moment before he edges back a little. This is kind of weird now... Can we go back to having water dumped on his head?]

[Aaahaha, that's so hilarious. Asch continues to chuckle quietly, and is half temted to just ruffle the little dreck's hair again. Damn him for being so obnoxiously cute. It was really beginning to become a problem. If Asch got too attached, then it'd be difficult to give Luke away to Guy or someone else.]

Correct, soap. You can have real food later.

[He smirked, then flicked the switch to drain the tub. Ugh, that water was positively filthy. There was no way in hell Asch would continue to wash Luke with that disgusting water. But he did have to get Luke to stand to rinse him off and begin washing his hair. He picked Luke up, muttering a quiet "up" as he did, and let Luke balance on him while he reached for the removable shower head and turned it on, again adjusting the temperature to make sure it was nice and warm.

Once that's done, Asch holds Luke up with one arm as he washes off the dirty water, and gets Luke's hair wet to shampoo.]

[Up, huh... And technically, this is the first time Luke's really tried standing. Not only that, but the surface he's standing on is kind of slippery. Thus, while Asch has him up and even while he's washing him off, Luke gives a quiet little whimper and practically clings to his arm while his legs sway unsteadily. Oh jeez, if he falls... Luke isn't sure what'll happen, actually, given how he hasn't really connected falling on hard surface = pain yet. But he's pretty sure it'd be bad.

Still, while he looks a little scared, he watches the water spray over his body, and he squeezes his eyes shut once the water gets in his hair again. His lips might be screwed into a tight pout, but when he feels the water spray in his hair, he can't help but smile a bit. It's still fun, despite the scary balance issue he has.]

[D'aw, that'd be cute if it wasn't so pathetic. Asch is definitely going to have to teach the little dreck to walk sometime. Maybe he can begin tomorrow morning or something. It was far too late now, and Luke still hadn't eaten anything, either. He must be pretty hungry...but what should Asch make him? He didn't even know what the replica liked, or could eat right now. Soup, probably. Something not too thick, either.

So as Asch keeps a firm and steady hold on the little dreck, reaching to grab some shampoo and rub it into Luke's hair, he begins thinking on what to feed him. Broth, perhaps? Did he have broth? He could always ask someone to bring him some...but he'd have to pay extra for that. Urgh, and he couldn't leave Luke by himself, either. Looks like he has to dish out the gald, then.]

Don't open your eyes. It'll hurt worse than the soap.

[Because Asch was going to rinse his hair. He actually rinses his hand, first, making sure Luke has a tight grip on his arm, and covers his eyes, then immediately runs the water over his head, making sure none of the shampoo suds get into his eyes or mouth. He considers conditioning his hair, too, but...maybe another time. Luke needed food then to sleep.]

Okay, you're done. Up! [Annd out of the tub you go, and right into a big, warm, fluffy towel.]

Uh?

[He says as the hand covers his eyes. What happened? Where did everything go? But then he lets out a short, surprised sound over the water being poured over his head, only to shriek and laugh once again. It's almost like a game, having his hair get water dunked on like that. He even tightens his grip on Asch's arm, just to give him something to hug on to.

And then he can see, and he's lifted up and covered in a nice, fluffy towel. Luke blinks and stares down at the soft fabric covering him, then wraps it further around himself and snuggles down into it a little. Aaah, this feels nice, especially since the air was cold when he was lifted away from the water.]

[Nggh, dreck, you should not be this hideously cute. Though Asch won't lie, those high-pitched peals of laughter are pretty loud, but seeing as how they're not screams of terror and the like, he's not going to complain too much. A happy dreck was much better than a screeching, screaming dreck.

...Pff, Luke liked some kind of little bug, all cocooned in that towel. Asch let out an amused smirk, then began rubbing the towel over Luke's body, drying off all the moisture. His hair is next, and Asch steadies Luke carefully while he ruffles the towel through his mess of red hair. Hopefully this doesn't get the kid to screaming. He had been doing pretty damn well about not screaming so far. Mm...but after drying him off, Asch was at a loss of what to dress the kid in. Probably one of his shirts for now. Maybe be could sneak out and quickly get Luke clothes while he was asleep? That could work...]

Okay, done.

[Now to get said shirt. Asch repeats the word "up" as he picks Luke up again, taking him back over to his bed and setting him "down" on the mattress to look through his things.]

[On the contrary, when his hair gets ruffled by the towel, Luke lets out what sounds like an amused noise and reaches up to grab Asch's hands while he works. It honestly feels nice - Luke must like things touching and playing with this hair.

And there was that word again... He said that almost every time he picked him up, didn't he? Luke hugs onto Asch's neck again and mulls over this while he's carried to the bed, and-]

Up... Up!

[And then he's down on the bed again, and he sits up a bit to watch Asch as he rummages for a shirt. After a few seconds though, Luke looks away to glance down at the bed he's on, and he bounces lightly on it. Each time he bounces up, he repeats the word "up" quietly, as if he isn't quite sure if that's right or not.]

[Jeez, everything about this kid is shocking Asch to near speechlessness. He's so...so well-behaved that it's becoming more and more difficult for Asch to, well, not find a valid reason to give him up. Other than "it's the replica". Plus, every time Luke hugged him around the neck, it...it felt strange, but not wholly unpleasant. Was Luke really that comfortable around him already? The idiot.

Mm, but at least he smelled good now. Asch leaned his face into Luke's hair absently, breathing in. Aah...much better! Now. Clothes! Asch turns over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure Luke didn't topple off the bed or anything as he bounced. After another few minutes, though, he finds a shirt and goes back to the tiny replica child.]

Luke, come here. You'll freeze if you stay like that.

[Reaaaching out to grab the little dreck and properly cloth him. Then food and bed. Yes. That is the plan.]

[Once Asch said his name, Luke looked up at him - he wasn't sure what else he was saying, but at least he knows that he's indicating to him. Hence why he's not so surprised when Asch grabs him and pulls him closer, though he closes his eyes and scrunches his face unpleasantly at the shirt being pulled over his head. He wasn't quite expecting that...

Once it's on, though, Luke stares down at what he's wearing. It's pretty long, definitely not as beaten up, dirty or tattered as what he was wearing originally, but it's big. The sleeves travel well past his hands, and the collar rests loosely on his shoulders, hanging down past his collar bones. Still, it's nice and comfy. He lifts up his hands and squints to try and see them through the sleeves, then lowers them a bit to stare up at Asch. Where did his hands go? 8( ]

[...Luke, we told you to stop that. That 'cute' thing that you do. 8| It really is becoming harder and harder for Asch to not get attached. He watches Luke stare at his hands and kneels down, putting his hand over where Luke's little one would be, holding it with a few fingers. See? It was still there, silly.

Once that was done, and Luke was dry and clothed, Asch picked him up again and took him towards the small kitchen of his new suite. He'd have to teach Luke how to walk sometime...i-if he didn't find Guy or someone else first! Yes.]

I bet you're hungry. Let's get some food. Just sit for a while, though, I've got to cook it.

[Broth would have to do, as it was really all that Asch had, save for some bread and a few veggies and milk. Just the bare essentials, and he didn't know what kinds of things Luke would and would not eat. Plus, he didn't want to use up everything he had. So onto the table Luke goes. Don't you dare move, either. B| ~~You might fall and get hurt.~~]

[What, you told us nothing. 8| And... ooh, there are his hands! Once Asch pointed them out, Luke blinked, then pulled the sleeves back enough to see them fully. Ah ha! They were just hiding. BUT LUKE HAS FOUND THEM, and he even holds them up with an "Aah!" to show Asch. Nothing can hide from Luke. Mwahaha.

And when Asch held him, Luke, once again, hugged him around the neck to hold on. It was an automatic thing to do at this point, but it was pleasant, too. Holding him like that made him feel... safe, in a way.

... Also, Asch, asking Luke to not move is like asking the sun to not shine. For a moment he stares at his surroundings, but soon enough, he starts to scoot towards the edge of it. Better notice him, Asch, or he'll crash right to the floor!]

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