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[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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...it's not something you need to hear.

[Lets out an exasperated, overly dramatic sigh.]

...

*starts laughing at how damn cute that was, which earns him a hug.*

[...Luke frowns. That wasn't what he wanted to get by doing that sigh, but he accepts the hug.]

*sorry, Luke. it's hard to take such an adorable kid seriously when they try acting like an adult~* You really don't have to worry about it, you know.

M'gonna worry about it anyways. Adults are so stupid...they tell you not to worry, and they don't say anything and you have to tell them everything cause we're not allowed to get them worried. Not. Fair.

...you're amazingly observative for being so young.

I'm not young! I'm going to be thirteen...That's practically being a grown-up!

It's still seven years from actually being an adult.

Nuh uh...some people are adults at Eighteen.

Not in our world. Twenty is when you come of age.

But we're not there anymore.

Doesn't matter. I'm going by how things were for us.

Well, I'm gonna grow up and be King of this place, and then kids will be adults too!

*laughs again, fluffing his hair.* Are you now?

Yes! I've decided! I'm going to still be King, an' I'm going to give this place a name and I'll get to tell people what to do.

You have lofty goals, I'll give you that. But telling people what to do isn't the way a ruler should act.

But Uncle always tells people what to do.

Not always. It's his job to make decisions to help the people.

Okay, I'll make "Decisions", then [And Luke totally made the quotation marks with his fingers.]

*why does he have to do things that are so damn cute??* Not everybody is going to agree to you being their ruler, you know.

Well, I'm going to be the king, so too bad.

Hate to say it, but I think Asch would be the kind first, my little munchkin.

Which one...? There's too many.

Any of them, really. And they're more suited to rule than we are.