007 [Voice]

[fabrecation]

[Luceti, you're about to hear a very nice singing voice.

A very nice singing voice with a simple plea.]

I~ think I need some help. ♪

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[depressedude]

[Noct may not be as angry as Sync, but that obstinate pessimism is, unfortunately, in full-gear.]

You might be in a position to say that, but what of me? A replica made for a purpose it couldn't fulfill? Whatever reason I had to live went out the window the moment the 8th opened his perfect little eyes.

[fabrecation]

... I lost my purpose when I didn't die in Akzeriuth. I don't really have any reason to keep living either.

But here we are.

[It's a damn good thing Guy's a kid and not an adult who might peek at this and stomp downstairs to give Luke a good talking to.]

[depressedude]

[Guy isn't the only one who'd be giving Luke a talking to right now.]

Here we are. In a world where not even death brings peace.

[A short, empty laugh.] Sounds like a suitable hell for trash like us.

[fabrecation]

[ONLY YOU UNDERSTAND ME NOCT. ;A;

Except not, since that word makes Luke wince a little. That sounds like something Asch would say to him... And Luke's been thinking about that discussion he had with Asch just a day after his hearing came back, and it's for that reason that he can't agree with Noct.]

I don't... think we're trash. You're Noct, I'm Luke... We're just two people trying to figure out how to live. We're copies of our originals, but... We're still different from them, right? That... That makes us who we are.

[His words are hesitant - even he's not sure if he believes them. But Luke likes fixing up other people's problems; it's just a little harder when they're so similar to his own. Because then that means he technically has to fix his own problems.] We were both... made to fill in a role, but we couldn't. That doesn't mean our purpose is- gone, we just... need to find one again. We can't just sit around and... you know, wait for one or... o-or anything.

[depressedude]

[Noct might actually like you, Luke... maybe. It might just be because they're both replicas without a purpose. Either way, he actually does listen to what Luke's trying to say.]

[But that doesn't mean he'll agree with it.]

...and what if we find that purpose, only to lose it again? Then what? Start all over?

Doesn't seem worth it.

[fabrecation]

[Luke already likes you, Noct, since he finds it hard to not automatically like and sympathize with a fellow replica.]

Maybe we can find other things to live for along the way. Who says we just need one? ♪

[DAMMIT.]

[depressedude]

[He's going to just pretend he didn't hear that singing. Mainly because he's seriously considering what Luke is saying!]

[Then again...]

I thought I found a purpose... when Sync helped me out of the mouth of that volcano. I owed him my life...

[fabrecation]

That's one, then.

[And since Noct died...]

Maybe we can find a few more here. I mean, I have one small purpose right now... [And that reminds Luke that he's supposed to be cooking. So, he makes a slightly panicked face before he goes away from the journal to get some pots ready. He doesn't want the kids to go hungry on him or anything.]

[depressedude]

[...what was up with that face? Noct peers curiously at the journal... did Luke leave?]

What are you doing?

[fabrecation]

Trying to cook. Guy and Asch got turned into kids, so I need to do all the things they'd do around here... [Too bad he's just not very GOOD at it.]

[depressedude]

"Trying"? [That grin is definitely a mocking one.] Are you not very good?

[fabrecation]

H-Hey, I'm better than some! I just... don't really try very often.

[depressedude]

Is that why you were asking for help earlier?

[fabrecation]

Yeah yeah, it's one thing~ ♪

[GROAN. Good lord he is just. Driving himself. Mad.]

[depressedude]

[He considers it for a moment, before shurgging his shoulders.]

If you need it, I guess I can help. Sounds better than hiding out in the shops around town.

[fabrecation]

[... Whoa, really? The clattering stops for a second as Luke looks back at the journal.]

You would? I-I mean, if you want to, I... I guess I could use the help.

[depressedude]

[Flatly:] You wouldn't have asked for help if you didn't need it.

[If he's with Asch, they must share the house. Now where did Asch live again...] House 5, yes?

[fabrecation]

[Luke flushes a little from that comment.] Y-Yeah, that's right.

[depressedude]

[Sorry Luke, you don't get a reply. Noct just closes the journal and makes his way over to House 5. It only takes a few minutes for him to get there, and he's not going to bother knocking either as he opens the door.]

Luke?

[fabrecation]

In heee-ff ♪

[Why yes, he did slap his hand over his mouth at that last part. It's definitely coming from the kitchen, too.]

[depressedude]

[Well, the singing makes him easy to find, at least.] I hope you don't intend to sing the whole time I'm here.

[And the he sees the crime scene kitchen.] ...what are you trying to make?

[fabrecation]

[Luke looks back at him and... has to stare for a few seconds. He really does look like Sync.]

... O-oh, uh... chicken casserole. I think. [Because what he's mixed together does NOT look like it, and he was just about to toss it and start over when Noct appeared.]

[depressedude]

[Noct doesn't notice the staring, he's too busy looking at whatever the hell Luke has created here.]

Do you even know what a casserole is? [Based on this? He's not sure that he does.]

[fabrecation]

Of course I do! Guy made it a few times for me when he was older! [Luke, that's not knowing what a casserole is. But hey, he's got a recipe book open to that page, so he totally knows what it is!]

[depressedude]

[Even with the recipe book-]

Just because you had it once or twice doesn't mean you can cook it!

[Noct is now convinced Luke would have blown up the village if he hadn't shown up. Naturally this means Natalia's cooking would blow up the universe.]