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[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.]

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[coughs]

Hnn. *leans against him with a sigh.* What makes you think she wouldn't stop you however she did last time?

[shrugs lightly]

..ah well. I happen to enjoy being close to my friends, so she'll just have to put up with me hanging on you.

[smiles wanly]

That's one good point about this body. I've yet to get sick. Not counting hangovers, of course.

[cue coughing]

I wonder why some of us seem to get sick easily while others don't. You'd think we'd be similar in that way.. I don't know. Father never got them, even after having a whole bottle during a banquet. *makes a face at all his coughing and tugs the blankets tighter around him.*

[sniffs quietly, smiling at her mothering]

Well, it can't be that you're colder here, at least not with her around. *snorts softly, turning to stare at a non-existent spot on the wall.* And while you might whine more than before, I'm willing to bet that it won't last long if you keep going like this. It's already hard to hear what you're trying to say.

[coughs, although it was an attempt at a laugh] [leans against her, smiling]

See? I knew she topped. *grins deviously at him, jabbing lightly with her elbow.* You'll be a perfect target for teasing soon. You won't be able to defend yourself, at least vocally.

[rolls his eyes slightly] [you might notice that his face got a tinge redder there.]

Maybe you need more practice to keep up with her. *tilts her head, at his blush.* I know I am. People tell me so on a regular basis.

[additionally red. you forget that he's easily flustered.] [just raises an eyebrow at her]

Then you should be getting better! *oh, she hasn't forgotten at all. she likes to see him squirm.* Heh..

[just kind of frowns in her general direction]

*smiiiiiiiiiiles back, resting against him.* Yes?

[coughs quietly]

What?

You just break my poor heart.

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