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[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Luke is...in the middle of a big patch of long grass. Solid, Alive...but sleeping.]

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[fononfailure]

L..Luke! *rushes over to him.*

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[He's very sound asleep.]

[fononfailure]

*scoops him up and hugs him tight.*

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[...Strange. He feels as if he needs to breathe. Time to stir and be fussy!]

[replicavan.livejournal.com]

Luke? [pokes him]

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[...Wiggles.]

[replicavan.livejournal.com]

[smiles, glad that he can touch him again and gives him a shake] Wake u, wake up!

[scionofhispower]

!! [rushes over, kneeling beside him and gently running his fingers through the kid's hair]

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Just continues to sleep...]

[scionofhispower]

[smiles a little]

[noblewhiner.livejournal.com]

[...and because Asch is too busy looking around. He seems weary and a bit nervous as he walks through the long grass. Leading him to trip over the the very solid Luke and fall on his face.] ...oww.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Luke whines and fusses in his sleep, but ends up curling into a ball to keep napping.]

[noblewhiner.livejournal.com]

[Asch slowly sits up, rubbing his face and turns to look at what the object that he tripped over was.] LUKE!!!!

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[hesitantly approaches and sits nearby, just watching for now]

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Just keeps napping...]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[comes closer after watching for a little bit, poking him]

[standinyourway.livejournal.com]

[spots the child and frowns, then moves for a closer look] You're not injured, I hope.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[...Snore.]

[standinyourway.livejournal.com]

...I don't see any injuries.

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Sleeping...]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

... [rushes over] Luke!

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Just snorts and turns on his side]

[losthispath.livejournal.com]

... [can't help but laugh] Come on you sleepyhead... [picks him up and pokes his cheek] Let's get you somewhere more comfortable.