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[Luke had been trying to get back to House 5, but it's awfully hard to do so with a sudden crowd of people. There's a whole slew of sounds coming from the journal as if Luke's right in the middle of the crowd, along with Luke himself switching between trying to be polite and being outright indignant about being pushed through a sea of people. One can hear him saying "Excuse me" and "Sorry", along with "HEY" and "WATCH IT, YOU JERK".

Eventually, though, the noises fade as Luke escapes and slides down the wall of a house that he decided to take refuge behind. With a loud sigh, Luke straightens his jacket and speaks to the journal, ignoring the light pain in his abdomen from his still healing wound.]

What a pain...

Guy, Asch, Natalia, I don't think I can make it back to the house. I'll just camp out or something, okay?

[Maybe he can find some marshmallows and make some awesome smores or something. Away from the sudden crowd.]

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[... All right, Luke has to smile again, this time more genuinely. He presses his hand down into the soil, letting Ion see his hand sink in just a bit.]

This is called "ground". That thing you're playing with? [He gestures to the grass.] That's "grass". They grow in the "ground".

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Grass. This is... grass. [He pulls on it some more, testing it until... it breaks. His face is one of complete shock, but his voice remains relatively calm.]

...I broke it.

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[Luke chuckles a little at that and ruffles his hair. D'aww, bitty!Ion. He was probably the same way way back, though Luke can't really remember it.]

Heh, don't worry about it! There's a whole lot of grass in the world. It'll just grow another blade! [He gestures to another blade of grass, then pushes it towards them with the tip of his finger.] That's what a single piece of grass is called; a "blade of grass".

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[SUDDENLY HIS HEAD IT BEING RUFFLED you get this face Luke. He doesn't know what you just did or why you did it. Was it punishment for breaking the grass?]

A whole lot? Not in Daath... maybe... [Not the Daath he's used to, at least.]

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[... A hair ruffle. :| It felt nice, didn't it? And Luke still smiles and does nothing else, just brings his hands back to his lap.]

That's because there's a floor covering it. [He places his palms over the grass.] You can't see it if something's hiding it like this!

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[Maybe...? A little? He's never had one before!]

[And so, he's just going to mirror Luke here and put both hands on the grass. His hands are so tiny, they don't cover as much as Luke's. After a moment, he sits and and says in the most authoritative voice an 8 year old/3 month old can muster:]

That's not a floor. That's your hand.

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GUY WAS WRONG, LUKE IS TERRIBLE WITH KIDS. At least, he's thinking so now as he pulls his hands back.]

Y-Yeah, I know... [He stands up slowly, hiding a wince, and holds out his hand for Ion-... Then just takes his hand after realizing that Ion might not know what that means.]

I'm going to show you, okay?

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[Oh, he knows what hand-holding is! How else do you suppose they get him to go where he's told quickly around the Cathedral? He grips Luke's hand and smiles, with a nod.] Okay.

[Even this little Ion is probably far too trusting for his own good.]