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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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[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~~.]

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[Luke makes a growling noise as his hair is ruffled, then GLARES after Guy as he walks away. Stupid Guy and his stupid teasing! Stupid.

...

But he'll still grip the towel to let it stay on his head as he follows after him ~~like a good and proper son~~. Even though he can't hear a sound, he still feels a little better when there's someone nearby, especially if it's someone he knows, and especially if it's one of his best friends.

So, if Guy turns around, he'll find Luke leaning heavily on the doorway to watch what he's doing.]

[Guy doesn't turn around until he puts the soup on the stove to reheat. When he does though, he gives Luke a look like "why are you just standing there," and heads over to drag him to the table and sit.

A bit concerned, Guy takes one of Luke's hands to check how cold he is before he heads off to retrieve a blanket and drape it over his shoulders. There.]

[Now he's in a towel and a blanket. He pulls the blanket around himself gratefully - at this rate, all that can be seen from him is his face and a bit of his hair.

And his arm, as he sticks it out to use it as a cushion to rest his head against the table.]

[Aww. Little guy is all worn out.

He seems a despondent too, but Guy leaves Luke to sort it out as he stirs the soup and collects a couple bowls for them. He ladles out portions for the both of them, locates a pair of spoons and sets Luke's lunch in front of him before sitting across the table.

Guy waits for Luke before he starts to eat, though.]

[Soup again? Bah. That's about all he eats lately.

And really, Luke is pretty much always despondent unless something makes him happy. It takes him a moment to make himself sit up, as he was feeling pretty comfortable with his head down, but soon enough, he's up and eating.

After a few bites, he smiles and gives a thumps up - Guy made a good meal yet again, even if it is just soup. Luke's at least glad that there's variety in the soup he serves.]

[Hey shut up, it is not.

It's hard to talk to Luke -or write, rather- when they're eating so Guy hurries up and finishes, depositing his bowl in the sink. He leaves the table before Luke, but returns with a pencil and a pad of paper and scribbles something on it before showing it to Luke.]

How'd your talk with Asch go?

[Aaand the minute he sees the words "talk with Asch", Luke just about chokes on his soup.

Give him a minute while he coughs a little bit and wonders how in the world he got caught.]

[Guy rests his chin atop his fist and his elbow on the table. Take your time.]

[Guy, you are such a jerk. Luke leans over the table and grabs the notebook, seeing how he had a coughing fit and he doesn't want to talk now, and writes down his answer.]

Good. He's fine.

[He's not sure how much he should talk about, considering the subject matter and all. In fact, he's feeling kind of awkward, talking about Asch with Guy.]

[Guy just reaches over to write on the pad instead of pulling it back; it's a little messy, but it works.]

He didn't yell at you?

[Luke hesitates a little before he writes down his own answer.]

He did at first, but that always happens.

[Guy rests his chin in his hand again, concerned.

That always happens...even now. And here he thought that Luke and Asch had started to settle their differences; or maybe that was only with a Luke that remembered.

Still, Luke looks a little worried so he leans over to write a message and then turns the pad for Luke to read.]

I'm proud of you.

[Guy's proud of him? Why would he be? All he did was try to talk to Asch... And one of the reasons behind that was very selfish. He shakes his head, writes his message, then holds out the pad for Guy.]

I wanted to ask how he was doing, I wanted to let him know what was going on with me... but I also wanted him to talk to me in my head. I just... wanted to hear a voice.

It worked, Guy. It worked.

... And I think we're getting better.

[Guy reads Luke's message a couple times over, tapping the pad with his finger. He seems deep in contemplation, but after a moment he writes to Luke,]

Is he still at that apartment?

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