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[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Luke is always used to seeing his house full of random people. Today, he's standing in the middle of the living room, wondering where everyone went. He looks around and cuddles his stuffed rappig, sensing that there was something off]

...Dad? Mom? Anyone?

Where did everyone go?

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[fononfailure]

It's only temporary. Things will settle down soon enough.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

What's going on?

[fononfailure]

I screwed up again.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[fononfailure]

Got Asch pissed at me. Again.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

What did you do?

[fononfailure]

Things that I shouldn't discuss.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Frowns.]

[fononfailure]

It's one of the few things you have absolutely no reason to know of.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

...You guys stink.

[fononfailure]

You don't need to know about my sex life, Luke.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Frowns and crosses his arms]

[fononfailure]

What?

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

Nobody ever tells me anything, and I'm sick of it.

[fononfailure]

Don't even start with that. I've told you everything else but how I screwed up.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, that's what I wanna know!

[fononfailure]

.....fine.

I slept around. Happy?

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt] You had a pajama party? Did you ask dad to let you go?

[fononfailure]

............

No. That's why I got in trouble.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

Well, if you don't tell dad you have a pajama party he gets worried cause he doesn't know where you are...[He totally doesn't get what "Sleeping around" means.]

[fononfailure]

*is taking full advantage of that.* And I don't think he approved of who was there.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

And that's why he's mad?

[fononfailure]

Basically.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

You could say sorry, and hug him, and tell him you're not going to do it again?

[fononfailure]

... *gives him a gentle squeeze.* It isn't so simple, I'm afraid.