018 [Action]

[fabrecation]

[Sup, Luceti. There's a certain redhead walking to the bakery.

A certain redhead who's wearing nothing but briefs.

Every now and then, he appears to tug at something below his wrist with a little frown before moving on ahead casually, as if he doesn't even realize that he's pretty much half naked.

At least he's got the body for this kind of thing.]



((ooc: Luke is following The Emperor's New Clothes, although instead of believing his clothes are invisible to those who are stupid or unfit, he just thinks he's actually wearing very nice clothes.))

Comments

[action] no, it means he can only lie about some things. so they're fake.

[faterecanted]

[The amount of time it takes the replica to back away from him is gratifying, and also frustrating. It's so much more biddable than Asch is, and yet it's the one he doesn't want.

Although... perhaps he can separate them by using the replica... But he'll have to be careful. It wouldn't do to give Asch the mistaken impression that he wants the thing. Ha. This useless thing, that plays at being a person while still thinking like nothing more than a tool... As if he would. It's a failure on all counts.

A failure that he looks over with a benign, if indifferent, expression. Then he nods in apparent approval.]

I'll want that back later.

[action] how can muscles be fake anyway

[fabrecation]

[Luke doesn't answer. Not with a smile or a nod or any kind of agreement.

All he does is look up at him with a deep frown. What he wants to do is take off that shirt and throw it back at him: let's see how he'd like his shirt touched and worn by a useless replica. There's even a fire in his eyes that suggests how close he is to doing so. How dare he; how dare he make Luke want to hide from the world. He has no right.

Instead, he takes in a breath, then turns and heads back to his apartment. He can get what he was coming for later. Much later, hopefully when Van is out of the vicinity.]