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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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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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