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[and here we have Luke. his hair's a little mussed, he's only about half conscious, and he's dressed like this. ...because the mun is a horrible, terrible person. ~~and yes, his hair has gotten longer.~~ feel free to be amused.] I wonder if the coffee maker in this place is any easier to operate...

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[manages to pull off a half-decent screwdriver, and offers it to him] And what if he shows up?

....I run or play innocent. *takes the glass from him and has a small, experimental sip.*

[snickers] Good luck with that. [makes himself one, and sits down.] How is it?

I still can't figure out how the hell he can tell it's me. *grins brightly, taking a larger gulp.* For someone who can't make coffee, this is damn good.

You've a very specific air about you. [holds the glass up in a 'cheers' motion] ...Hey, you're the one that screwed up the coffee.

Heh, really? Always thought I was like any other Luke with decent hair. *raises his glass with a snort of amusement.* ..don't blame that on me. It was the fontech's fault. Dumbass thing.

There aren't as many of you. [taps it against Luke's and takes a swig] ...Mm, not bad. And you just did it wrong.

Wish there was more of me. That'd make hiding easier. *gives him a lopsided grin, resting his elbows on the table.* Didn't see you doin' any better.

It's kind of weird, having so many people around that look like you. Us. ...At least I dress differently than most of them. [eyes his current attire] ...well. Usually. [frowns] You're still the one that blew it up.

Only kinda weird? It fucking bizarre, I tell ya. ...your sense of style is horrible. *smirks, looking him over.* Nah, wasn't me. Group effort.

...Y'get used to it. [frowns] I told you, I didn't choose this. It was there. [eyebrow] Oh, okay.

Right, right. Like ya get used to knowing a freak you is running around. *downs the rest of his drink, leaning heavily on the table.* Ya still put it on.

...You're losing vowels, you know. [still working on his, and grins faintly]

Haven't lost nothin'.. Ya dunno what you're talkin' 'bout. *nevermind the fact his chin is now resting on the table.*

...and consonants. [reaches out and takes his glass, polishing off his own and setting them both in the sink]

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*mutters a half-hearted insult, grinning like an idiot for no reason.*

[laughs softly at him, rinsing out his glass and refilling it with water, setting it down]

*gives the glass a poke, laughing at how the water moves. yep, he's even more of simpleton now.*

[laughs again, shaking his head] Drink it, it'll dilute the alcohol.

*gives it a couple more pokes until his words manage to register and he tries to get the glass to his lips. thankfully it only takes him a couple of attempts.*

[sits down and watches him, amused] You got it?

Oh ya. I got it good. *still, he ends up getting fairly wet, though he doesn't drop the glass.*

[shakes his head, covering his face with a hand] You are such a lightweight.

Whadda ya want? 'm only seven.

... [moves his hand, frowning slightly] ...Yeah.