017 [Voice]

[fabrecation]

[It's rather late at night when the journal clicks on. Luke had waited until he had calmed down from the nightmare he had to make the post, and good thing, too. Otherwise it'd catch the tremor he surely had in his voice.

Instead, he merely sounds subdued, and maybe a little hesitant.]

Does anyone have any good stories to tell?

Or... any advice on how to get back to sleep? [Nothing he usually does is working right now.]

Comments

[fabrecation]

All right. I'll see you soon then, okay?

[He leans over to smile, just to get a look at the guy and to let Labrador see what he looks like, then shuts the journal. After that, he'll quietly go through the living room, and soon enough, he stands outside of the building and leans against the wall. Ugh, it's hot...]

[floralprophecy.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[he soon comes along in a short while with a thermos of his special tea and soon spots him]

Hello!

[fabrecation]

[Luke leans away from the wall slightly and waves, a small smile of his own on his face. He's never met him before, and it's... still weird, having strangers come out to help him in the middle of the night. But it's a good feeling.]

H-Hey... Glad you made it.

[floralprophecy.livejournal.com]

Yes, I came as soon as I could.

[he smiles and holds out the thermos]

Here you go. You'd better wait till you get back to your place before you drink it. It is rather potent.