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[Now that Luke can stay awake for more than an hour, he'd really like to get back to the people of Auldrant as well as the friends he made here in Luceti. He still can't hear anything, but... well, maybe no one has to know that. As long as they don't try talking to him, he'll be fine.

And being bedridden for these past few days has been extremely boring.

So, he grabs his journal and writes.]

Hey... I'm back.

[... Yup. Not much to expand on there. So let's go on.]

Anyone have any good stories to tell? Or... Actually, what's the most fun you've ever had? Here or in your world.

[Filtered to Asch; 15% Unhackable]

Asch, can I talk to you?

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[Like Guy was just standing around as you fell over, Luke. He made another snowball and now THIS one is headed for YOUR face.]

[Okay so Luke wasn't quite expecting Guy to keep it up, and his reactions are a bit delayed in the first place, so Luke can only cut himself off and give himself a second to have the perfect OH SHIT face before- PAFF.]

A-GHRK-

[Smirk. Guy prepares another snowball, but he holds off on throwing it in order to gloat. He tosses it a couple times and strolls a bit closer so he can lord it over Luke properly.]

You should know better, Luke.

[Coming closer was a mistake, Guy, because while Luke had been thrown down and forward thanks to that snowball, he uses that to hide his movements as he readies a well packed snowball.

He can't hear Guy coming, and he can't hear the gloating, but he'll give it a few more seconds before he SPINS AROUND AND THROWS THAT SUCKER AT HIM]

[And Guy had expected Luke to sulk for a little longer so he takes the snowball in the face. Again. It's about time to drag Luke down into the snow and start rubbing the stuff into his hair; it's actually kind of slushy, what with it being only just barely cold enough for snow and all, so hopefully Luke will get nice and soaked because of it.]

[Nice and soaked and cold. Luke lets out what seems to be a quiet shriek and a verbal keysmash as he shoots his hands up to flail at his hair and try to get the snow out; he can't exactly hear what kind of noises he's making, after all, so he can't just shut himself up or anything. But among those noises:]

G-Guy!

[OH GODDAMMIT THE SNOW DROPPED INTO HIS SCARF NOW IT'S ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK NOOOO]

[After some more torture Guy shows mercy and gives Luke a gentle shove away. This is why you don't pick on someone perfectly healthy and bigger to boot.]

I hope you've learned your lesson.

[YOU ARE SUCH A JERK.

The gloating goes unheard, and Luke flops on his side away from Guy, having thrown his scarf and ear muffs off once they got soaked, too. He gives shuddering breaths, and a few seconds later, those breaths become laughter.

Just like old times. Luke was much more of a sore loser back then and would probably fight back more, but right now, he doesn't feel like moving very much. That last flail attack took the last of his fighting energy out of him.]

[Guy notices both the laughter and the exhaustion, so he ducks inside for a brief moment.

When he jogs back out minutes later it's with two mugs of hot chocolate. ~~God he loves that microwave thing.~~ He has a seat next to Luke and nudges him with his knee, holding out his mug.]

[You would love that microwave thing. Once Luke is nudged and he looks over his shoulder, he briefly wonders how in the world Guy suddenly made cups of hot chocolate appear in his hands and considers magic, but then rules that out as both impossible and kiddie, so he sits himself up and takes the mug, absently gesturing their sign for "thanks".]

Maybe one day I'll feel for your steps instead of listening for them.

[Despite the statement, it isn't a bitter one, and he even smiles a little before he takes a sip of his hot chocolate. Okay, so maybe he loves that microwave thing too.]

[Guy reaches over to write -slowly- on Luke's arm instead of his palm, as it is currently preoccupied.]

Y-O-U-L-L H-E-A-R A-G-A-I-N

[He punctuates the sentence with a chiding flick to his arm and a stern look. Even if Luke doesn't get his hearing back eventually, Guy knows there's at least one man in the village who can fix Luke's ears.

Or beneath the village anyway.

And if Guy has to get down on his hands and knees and beg John for his help, he'll do it. Luke has to hear again. Has to.]

[It's nice to hear Guy have such confidence in him, and it makes him smile in his mug, though the flick makes him open one eye in a squint and FROWN. Soon enough, however, he wilts under the stern look and takes a few more sips before he lowers the mug again.]

... Maybe. But if I don't, I should... make the best of it, right? [It's always so hard to make the best of things when it involves him, but he has to try this time. Not being able to hear depresses him much more than he thought it would.]

[Guy recognizes that funk and he hates it. Luke is such a pessimist sometimes. Though there's really no brief way to explain why Guy is so confident; maybe he'll write a letter or something.

...Well. That, and half of the confidence he has comes from his gut. He knows Luke can pull through just about anything.

Guy just shakes his head and takes a swig of his cooling hot chocolate, punching Luke lightly in the arm. Go ahead and mope if you want, you punk, Guy will keep up enough spirits for the both of you.]

[Oi. B|

That punch earns a GLARE. Dude if you made him spill one drop of his delicious drink he will... uh. Punch you back! Yes.

... But thankfully, he didn't. This time, Luke drinks until it's all gone - cold hot chocolate just... isn't the same, so he'd rather down it while it's still hot. And now that he feels the cooling mug in his hands...]

... We should probably head back inside. My stomach's gonna freeze off if we stay out here any longer.

[You were supposed to zip up that jacket he gave you, Luke.

Guy just stands and dusts the snow off of his pants, taking Luke's mug before holding out a hand to help him to his feet. Luke, actually, is right; he shouldn't be out much longer. In fact, it'd probably be good to bundle him up and get him into bed, just to be safe.]

[Zippers are for Squares.

Luke takes the offered hand and... mostly lets Guy pull him up. Really, though he's not trying to show it, he's really tuckered out. But that doesn't mean he's gonna hold Guy's hand or lean against him or anything - no no no, he can walk inside himself.

He stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets and trudges inside, taking one last look at the snow as he does so. Luke's so focused on getting inside without stumbling or showing signs of weakness that he forgot all about the scarf and ear muffs still out there.]

[Which is fine, because Guy automatically bent to collect them before following Luke to the door.

When he pauses Guy tilts his head in question. What's up?]

[Luke doesn't really notice until he happens to glance at Guy, and then he shrugs and offers a smile.]

Just thinking, I guess... Do you remember last time we goofed off in the snow? I think you ended up dumping a whole armful of snow down my back!

[Luke definitely deserved it. Or he's pretty sure Luke deserved it; it was goofing off in the snow, he must've done something.

Guy nods and nudges Luke again to try and bully him inside where it's warmer. They can reminisce all they want on the move, and Luke should get inside before he gets too chilled because someone is too stubborn to zip up his jacket.]

[Considering this was back when he had all that hair... yeah, he definitely deserved it. Luke doesn't fight the bullying, and once he's inside, he takes his hands out of his pockets to blow some warm air onto them.]

... I think I threw ice at you. [And maybe he dropped some icicles down Guy's shirt first.]

[The mugs, earmuffs and scarf are abandoned on the table at the door, as well as Guy's boots and his own jacket. He shoots Luke a look -yes, he remembers that- and disappears down the hall for a moment to retrieve a towel, which he soon thereafter plops atop Luke's head to start drying him off.]

[And Luke... acts as if he's completely used to this. Though he did tense up a bit thanks to being caught off guard, he still continues to blow on his fingers. Handling snow with your bare hands is not the best idea.]

... You know, if I get sick, I'm going to blame you for it.

[Guy lifts the towel enough for his face to be visible and grins before mouthing very clearly, "Your fault." Because it's definitely all Luke's fault. Guy had to retaliate. And win.]

Hey, shut up, that was totally your fault! You're the one who brought me out there in the first place!

[Luke's bratty side is starting to slip through, but that was definitely all Guy's fault. He didn't have to shove snow in his hair! Or retaliate in the first place. Stupid Guy.]

[Lol whatever. Guy roughly towels Luke's hair for a moment before leaving him with the towel over his head, making for the kitchen to make them some hot soup. It's way too cold to go without, anyway; good thing he almost constantly keeps some at least refrigerated ~~like a good and proper mom~~.]

Edited 2010-11-08 06:39 (UTC)

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