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[Ever since Bil/Catherine/whatever told him that the sword Guy lost would probably be returned, Luke checked the weapon shop every day in the hopes of finding it. The days he didn't find it were met with a disheartened sigh, half-hearted lingering to check out the rest of the weapons, then wandering back home. He remained hopeful, though, always diligently checking to see if it was there.

Today, however, Luke's efforts paid off. There, glittering on one of the displays, is the weapon he'd been looking for. He nearly sags with relief, and he grabs the sword before anyone can even think of taking it for themselves. He stays a little longer to see if everyone's doing okay with Sokka still at the draft, and then he heads home, sword in hand.

After all of that, Luke heads to his room and flops down on his bed, a little worn out from the day's events. He opens his journal, hoping to get to talk to at least one or two of the draftees whenever the Malnosso decide to return them to the hotel rooms.]

How's everyone doing out there?

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[Luke had had his back to the door, holding the sword in a way that his body hid it. He'd been practicing what to say to Guy, see, and how to present the sword properly. It wouldn't do to just... hand it to him, right?

But the knock and the voice makes him jump and spin around, and... there's the Jewel of Gardios, gripped awkwardly in Luke's left hand as he raises it up a little with surprise.]

Whoa, Guy! Jeez, say something before you...

[... Ah, right. The sword is. Kind of right there, huh.

So much for formal.]

[Guy stills when he sees the Jewel in Luke's hand. A cocktail of emotions bolt through his chest but he settles on relief after only a second or two, smiling softly, eyes still on the sword.]

...found that, did you?

[He'd thought he would never see it again. Had resolved to let it go.]

... Yeah. I... kind of asked for it.

[How did he practice this? Luke had just about gotten it right before Guy bolted him out of it, and now everything he'd rehearsed had flown out of his head. He turns the sword slightly in his hand - dammit, dammit, what had he told himself to say?

Then again... Maybe it's better this way.

Luke holds out the sword with one hand... then thinks better of it, leans it to the side to lay the flat side of it in his other hand, and then offers it to Guy.]

I'm sorry for making you lose it.

[Guy takes the Jewel, turns it over in his hands. Examines the way the blade and hilt gleam as if it had just been forged yesterday. Decades hadn't dulled the weapon in the least; it really was the prize of the Gardios family.

Then he tossed it to the side; it landed on the floor with a heavy clunk. Guy stepped over it and pulled Luke into a hug.]

I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

[At first, Luke eyes went wide once Guy tossed it aside; What the heck, Guy, he went through a lot of guilt and talking to people he didn't like and hopelessness to get that back for you and wasn't it really important to you-

And then he's pulled into a hug, and... Well, his eyes still stay wide, and he doesn't hug back at first. Just stays frozen in place while he glances over at Guy's hair.]

... What? But that's...

[It's because Guy knows Luke was guilt tripping himself that he did that. The Jewel is important to him, very much so...but Guy needs Luke to understand this.

Guy squeezes Luke before pulling back and holding him at arm's length.]

Luke, you're more important to me than any sword or any family legacy. I want you to understand that, okay? I want you to know it.

You are more important to me than being a Gardios is.

[For a second, that earns a stare that honestly looks a little shocked. Even though he's a replica...

But it only lasts for a second, and in the next, he smiles, chuckles and ducks his head to hide that small, embarrassed blush on his face. He's a replica, but that doesn't really matter. They're still best friends. Guy and Luke. Not human and replica. Luke might not understand what it means to have something passed down through the family, something as important as that sword, but... he's pretty sure he'd feel the same way as Guy right now.]

I-I know, I know. Thanks, Guy... but I still wanted to get it back. It's my fault it got lost.

Haha! And for that, I'm grateful.

[Guy gives one of Luke's shoulders a friendly push before turning to retrieve the Jewel, examining it again with bright eyes.]

Though it wasn't your fault, it was mine. A good swordsman never loses his weapon, that's one of the first things Pere taught me.

[Luke leans to the side a little to get a better look at the weapon, and Guy's reaction - ah, it's really nice to see him with bright eyes like that. Especially since he TOSSED THE THING ASIDE AT FIRST.]

Yeah, but I was the one who screwed up and got hurt. If I paid attention more, maybe I wouldn't have...

[He trails off, because the memory still makes him a little queasy.]

No point in regretting what's already been done. You got my sword back for me, and all your organs are still inside your stomach. Everything's great.

[Guy throws his free arm over Luke's shoulders and shakes him a bit.] If you're still feeling guilty, you can help me with dinner to make up for it.

[... Oh ugh ew was it really THAT BAD? A cringe set on Luke's face at the thought, even when Guy shook him a little, though it turns into an uneasy grin at the offer. Guy, you talk about stuff like that and expect Luke to still have an appetite for it? Still, helping with dinner couldn't hurt. Maybe the smell will bring it back.]

Y-Yeah, okay... What're we having?

[Yeah, noticing that grimace.]

Hey. It wasn't that bad, I was just having fun with you. [Tugging Luke to the kitchen.]

[Yeah, that doesn't really help much.] If it wasn't that bad, you didn't have to say it like that!

You don't be so gullible. [SHOVE toward the kitchen, Guy turns to jog back to his room so he can deposit his sword.]

I'm not-

[SHOVED. asdlfkjsdj he WOULD turn around and shove right back, but Guy's already gone. Man.

Well. Once Guy gets back, Luke will be waiting by the door to give him a light punch in the arm and await instructions.]

[Guy doesn't return the punch -since it's only fair- and drags Luke over to the counter.]

You still haven't told me what you want to eat.

[At the moment he doesn't WANT to eat anything, but... might as well whip up something tasty.]

Uh... Chicken curry, I guess.

[You're still moping.

Guy will give Luke some instructions to chop -he can't possibly screw THAT up, can he?- and some space before attempting to broach the subject.]

So what's wrong?

[And chop he'll do! They're not quite evenly spaced, but still. He's no Natalia.]

Huh? Nothing, why?

[Sure he's all right at chopping things. Swordsman and all.]

Oh, just wondering.

[LET'S JUST. Leave Luke to it then. If there's something wrong he'll stew in it until he finally cracks and spills the beans.]

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