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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[for whatever reason, Luke has decided it would be Good Times to climb a tree and recline on a branch. he's humming softy, should anyone happen by.]

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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[laughs quietly] Point, point.

[fononfailure]

How about you? Taken to living high?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

Bored, and the place looks less boring from a new perspective every so often.

[fononfailure]

Hmm. I guess that's true. And you might find something new to do. *yes! subject change successful~*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Not like there's actually much to do in this place. [not entirely, he's still giving you strange looks for the sparklies]

[fononfailure]

Maybe we just need to look harder or think up our own things to do. *damnit. she's pretending to not notice.*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

Well you've got things to do-- I mean you're getting married soon, aren't you? [still eying the dress]

[fononfailure]

Y..yeah, we are. It's mostly just a bit of planning then getting everything set up. *nervously smooths her dress, making sure to keep her back mostly to him.*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[quirks an eyebrow, stepping closer with his hands in his pockets] ...You all right?

[fononfailure]

*moves away when comes nearer, looking over her shoulder at him.* I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[that eyebrow? is still raised] You're acting like I'm going to hurt you or something. [reaches a hand out, carefully]

[fononfailure]

It's nothing like that. *doesn't move away, but doesn't turn towards him either.*

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[sets his hand on her shoulder] Then what's got you so twitchy? You're usually so... I dunno, carefree?

[fononfailure]

*stiffens a bit, looking away.* I'm not twitchy or anything of the sort. You're imagining things.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

... [frowns, tugging her shoulder in hopes of making her look at him] I don't think I am. I think there's something wrong.

[fononfailure]

*yanks her shoulder back, shooting him a bright-eyed glare.* I said I'm fine.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[looks mildly stung at that, but shrugs, recoiling and stuffing his hands in his pockets again] Have it your way.

[fononfailure]

Thank you. I'm trying very hard to behave myself and you aren't making it any easier.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Behave yourself? The hell's that mean?

[fononfailure]

...nothing.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

... [frowns] You worry me sometimes, you know that?

[fononfailure]

You don't have to, you know. I'm not your responsibility.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean you worry me any less. I worry, it's what I do. With a girlfriend like Ana, it happens a lot.

[fononfailure]

*gives a soft snort.* ..I know. But worrying won't change anything.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[sighs] Well, just remember that I'm willing to listen if you need anybody to talk to.