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[Filtered to Guy//~~Ridiculously hackable~~ Unhackable]

Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...

[Filtered to Ion//~~So hackable it hurts~~ Unhackable]

Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.

[/Filter]

[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]

What do you think it means to have a soul?

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[Guy folds his arms, frowning. He's not happy about it-

...and he's still pushing too much. God damn it. He turns to gather up the scissors.]

Fine. I'm sorry.

[And heads out of the bathroom to put them away.]

[At least it stopped.

Luke entwines his fingers through his hair and keeps his gaze on the ground, on a few strands of red hair that the towel failed to catch. Why can't Guy just... leave him alone and let him try to find himself on his own? He appreciates the effort, really, but... It's always too much. Guy is too forceful when he tries to push confidence back into him again.

"You are not a fake". Yes, he is. Denying that would be deluding himself, and Guy just... can't seem to get it.

But Luke still stands by what he said earlier. It's not so bad being a replica. And that's the first time he's thought that ever since he found out what he was...

He's so lost in his own thoughts that Luke doesn't even realize how much time has passed.]

[Meanwhile Guy bustled in a fury about the house, cleaning things and taking out his aggression on poor, defenseless dishes. After they've suffered his wrath for a while, Guy realizes he hasn't heard any movements from upstairs and dries his hands on a dishtowel, heading up to check and see-

Yep. Still in the bathroom.

Guy hovers outside of the door uncertainly; does he really want to try talking to Luke just yet? Maybe he should leave him be...

Mmph. He was a bit too harsh. Guy sighs internally; usually he's much more patient with Luke concerning his lack of self-confidence, but it's gotten to the point where it's driving him up the wall. Why can't he be more like-

No. Do not even go there.

Guy bites the inside of his cheek and steps over, knocking on the doorjamb.]

Hey. I didn't snap at you that bad, did I? What're you still doing in here?

Edited 2011-02-07 05:16 (UTC)

Thinking.

[Great, a nasty look.

Guy sighs aloud this time, leans his head against the doorjamb.]

I meant it when I apologized. I know you're working hard on changing how you see yourself, and I know it's not something that happens overnight.

I just...get angry when people put you down. Even if you're the one doing the insulting.

It's okay... I know I'm pretty frustrating.

[He gives a little sigh of his own, at himself.]

I'm sorry for being like this.

No, I'm sorry for pushing you. I should know better by now.

[Guy heads over to sit next to Luke on the edge of the tub, leaning forward to copy Luke's posture.]

You know this is the only thing about you that makes me mad, right? Not that you're a replica, or that you don't get what I'm saying sometimes. It's that you don't seem to like yourself as much as I do.

Just keep that in mind next time you start to think poorly of yourself, okay? If all else fails and you end up hating yourself, I'm still gonna like you whether you want me to or not.

[There's some silence from Luke at first as he lets that sink in. No matter what, Guy's always gonna like him, huh? Even when he made the worst mistake in his life, Guy came back for him. Even though he's a replica, Guy still stayed by his side.

He smiles a little.]

Heh. Yeah. [And he bumps his knee against Guy's.] That's why you're my best friend. Even if we make each other mad sometimes.

Edited 2011-02-07 05:40 (UTC)

[Silence.]

...Even when you make me cut your hair and don't even tip me.

... Since when have you ever asked for a tip?

You're not supposed to ask for it, that's not classy at all.

Fine, here's your tip:

[How about a light punch in the arm?]

That's a terrible tip.

[Guy shoves Luke back with little force before standing.]

I'm making food, if you care to join me.

Sure.

[Luke stands with him - but not before reaching out to grab Guy's wrist.]

I meant what I said, you know... About it not being so bad to be a replica. I want you to understand that, okay?

[This is a big step for Luke, in his eyes. And he'd like for Guy to acknowledge that instead of the other negative feelings.]

[Guy manages to hide the disappointed expression on his face.

Sure, it's a big step...one Luke made months ago, for him. Years, if he counted his time in Luceti and his time waiting for Luke to come back.

He just wants Luke to like himself again.]

Yeah, I understand.

[Thankfully, Luke is rather oblivious to these things, so he just smiles.]

Good. Now let's eat; I'm starving!

[And he'll walk on ahead - oh, but wait-]

Oh, thanks for cutting my hair, Guy.

Don't mention it.

[Guy follows Luke out and into the kitchen and starts cooking absentmindedly.]

[And Luke sits down at the table and stares down at the table absentmindedly, cheek resting in his hand. All that talk about changing into an original got him thinking...]

... Wish I could've turned into something else.

Yeah, I wish you could've turned into fontech too so I could've taken you apart and studied you.

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No! Don't even joke about that, Guy!

Hey c'mon, it didn't even hurt. It wasn't so bad.

Plus I got to see all my insides spread across the floor! Do you know how amazing that was?!

[STANDS UP. GUY HE WILL LEAVE THIS ROOM IF YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT.]

Gah, just- Shut up about that, jeez!

Oh, sit back down, I'm done. [Guy flicks a spatula in Luke's direction. Such a weak stomach you have.]

[You try hearing your best friend be extremely excited about his insides being spread across the floor. Sheesh.

Luke makes a face at Guy before he slowly lowers himself in the chair again. Stupid Guy.]

[The kitchen is quiet, the only noises being the chop of a knife or the sizzle of a pan as Guy prepares some stir fry.]

...Though you might want to explain to Asch why you turned into him before he gets any weird ideas.

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