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[losthispath.livejournal.com]

[he's sitting in the kitchen, face buried in his hands. and he's sneezing sometimes. Yes, he's got a cold. No he won't admit it.]

...Why are there no apples left in here?

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[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Now, I know that's not right. My hair is very red, thank you very much.

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

...it's pink. Bright pink. [blinks] When did you colour it?

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

It's red. Manly Red.

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

It's pink. Very pink. I'm surprised it doesn't glow.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Don't give me that face, little one.

And it's red.

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

I'm not little.

And it's pink. [sounds utterly serious]

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Alright, it's bedtime to you.

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

...I already am in my bed.

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Right, so shut up and sleep before the cat turns into a lion and eats you.

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

[just gives Luke a short look before curling up underneath his blanket]

[tothedeathofus.livejournal.com]

Good boy.