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 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.]

[fabrecation]

I-I know! But the recipe looked easy, and... And I wanted to cook something other than sandwiches for them!

[Oh ye of little faith, Noct. Even though it's probably true. Luke flips through the pages of the book with a hint of frustration; if he can't make casserole, maybe they can make something else.]

[depressedude]

[Sigh.] Just... pick whatever and I'll help you make it.

[Certainly he can't mess up with Noct watching over, right? ...or maybe he'll just take over completely if things start getting messy.]

[fabrecation]

Okay, okay. [Flipping, flipping...

... Huh.] How about this? [He turns the book around with it held open on this page.]

[depressedude]

[Reading, reading... meat wrapped in meat? Sounds simple enough.]

Seems easy enough... The ingredients are fairly basic, so you should have them around. Get started on making the chili and sugar mixture. I'll chop the chicken.

[Note that emphasis: swordsman or not, Noct isn't letting Luke near any sharp objects when the man already seems incapable of using even a spatula properly. So meeean.]