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[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE ([personal profile] fabrecation) wrote2012-02-06 07:56 pm

024 [Voice/Video]

[When the journal opens, there's a redhead who looks as if he wants to do nothing more than climb into a bed and sleep. A good explanation for that should show itself just as he opens his mouth to speak.]

Hey –

[Because he suddenly lurches forward and coughs harshly, though he tries ducking out of view of the camera. There's a slight sniffle before he leans in again, just after he wipes his mouth and nose with the back of his hand. His cheeks are slightly flushed, too, with signs of a fever.]

I'm back. Anyone know what day it is? [And he ducks his head again to cough, though not quite as hard as before. As for the question? Because he'd really like to know how close it is to that accursed Valentine's holiday.

... But now that he's got that journal open, he pauses, looks off with an expression of uncertainty towards the village and flexes his left hand, then squints slightly as he works on a filter. Ugh, it's hard to work with this stupid foggy ache in his head. Yet he knows that it'd be dangerous otherwise, especially with the topic of his questioning.]


[Filtered to Jade... and Dist//100%]

Could you take a look at me when I get back to the village? Something happened to me back there... [He does hate getting examined, especially for medical reasons. But this is extremely important.]
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[personal profile] dissonates 2012-03-04 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Asch's gaze drops to the necklace for a moment, eyes widening as he spots what Luke means. He... hadn't expected that, either. He's been trying to avoid drawing any attention to the necklaces, mostly because it had taken a lot of hemming, hawing, and arguing with himself to even get the damn thing around his own neck. Most of the time it's hidden by his high-collared clothes, too. Even so, he's wearing it anyway. For... reasons he can't really begin to put into words.

But it's something, isn't it? It's definitely...

...tch.]


Fine, if it's that important to you.

[He says it dismissively, but there's something in his eyes that can't seem to be shaken- a hidden fear, some quiet kind of concern, or perhaps just understanding. He knows what it means, what Luke's asking him to do.]