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[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[Luke is an intelligent retard, really. which is precisely why he is a mound of human blankets in the room designated as his, the only signs of aforementioned bundle containing a person being an exposed foot and a tuft of red hair.

the door is open, feel free to come harass him.]

Comments

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

No, you didn't.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Did you mean to close it?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...You must be really tired.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

Are you sick?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[makes a thumbs up motion]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Oh...

I'll get you something. [leaves]

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[frowns] [clambers back up onto the bed, hunkering into his bedding again]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

[comes back a few minutes later with some hot tea]

...You want this?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[offers her a faint, slightly withering smile]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

You're welcome... [comes to sit down on the bed, offering it to him]

...What's a kidlet?

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[takes it from her, laughing quietly]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Oh. I guess that's alright, then...

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[smiles, sipping at the tea]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

Even if I didn't like it? That would be stupid.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[chuckles softly]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

That's a weird thing to live for.

[replicaberry.livejournal.com]

[shrugs]

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

I think you're just really weird.