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[It had definitely been ...explosive. Intense. Exhilarating.

That was the very least he could say about what it had felt like. The man had left him there; and, somehow... he didn't even care. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, eyes still somewhat glazed over. His face, no longer as red as it had been, had a look of stunned pleasure still written there. Needless to say, at that moment, he was completely unable to hate the guy who just left...

Then, he blinked, appearing to come out of the vampire's spell. Luke now looked a tad bit confused. What the hell... just happened. Slowly, he moved a hand to his forehead, his face turning a bit red, again (in spite of his more-than-just-slight loss of blood). As though confirming that the incident had actually happened, his other hand moves to his neck. Immediately, a shiver moved throughout his body upon touching it.]

Wh...what the hell...?

ironic keywords are ironic

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[If Luke has his wits about him at all, he'll hear Asch before he sees him. The other redhead is stomping his way through the halls, looking for a replica who's about to get a piece of his mind.

It's a good thing his clothes are loose at the waist. Sweet Lorelei, but he would have thought the idiot at least had enough of a mind to keep his trysts to himself. The intrusion of pleasure into their connection had been unwarned for and most definitely unwanted.

So when he does finally find Luke, still looking doped up and without a trace of the person who caused it? Yeah, he's pretty livid.]

Get up, you absolute embarrassment of a replica.

[You've got about as long as it takes for him to say this next sentence, Luke, because afterwards he's dragging you.]

And next time, at least have the decency to do it in a bed where I don't have to come clean you off the floor.

ha ha that is awesome...

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[Fortunately, he does notice Asch coming--unfortunately, his body does not want to listen. He's blinking as the other redhead comes in. Wait. What's Asch doing here? Suddenly, he realizes something. Some very important detail that causes his heart to practically leap from his chest. N-No way...

Lorelei, he had really hoped he had been imagining that part.

Great. He survived a vampire's attack, only to be murdered by Asch, instead. Suddenly, commands were being thrown his way, but he barely had time to open his mouth. Asch was suddenly speaking, again. Well, that... was unnecessary. He started to say something about it, but...

Well, it looked like Asch was going to continue being impatient, as usual. Luke was being snatched up, and with a slight frown--mixed with remnants of the "spell" from earlier.]

H-hey..!

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[It's lucky that dragging Luke behind him gives Asch an excuse to not look at his replica, because to be sure, not all of the flush on his face is from rage. Asch grabs Luke's arm roughly and pulls him along, not giving the other redhead much of a chance to get his feet under him.]

And clearly your defective brain can't even process what's going on right now. Come on. You're coming to my room and taking a shower right now, if you can manage to not drown in it.

[He's certainly being prolific with the insults today, isn't he? Good thing Asch's room is not, in fact, very far away.]

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[Damn it, at least let his legs regain the ability to walk, Asch! The redhead stumbles more than just a couple of times, before he finally manages to catch his balance. He is glaring at the back of Asch's head, now. Sweet, Asch. Real Sweet.]

Look, I'm fine now. Just let me go back to my room.

[He would rather be alone, now that the realization of everything has finally begun to hit him. The spell is gone, and he's just... embarrassed. As if his body is looking for more ways to simply... make him look stupid, he stumbles. Damn it, legs, stop doing that.]

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Fine? You're bleeding from the neck!

[Way to state the obvious, Asch. And Luke isn't going to get a chance to go to his room, because they've already arrived at his original's and Asch has yanked the door open so hard it just about slams into the wall. He pulls Luke in and slams it shut - no escape now.

But he does release Luke's arm, at least, and realizes maybe a little too late that yelling is not the way to not attract attention to whatever happened to turn his replica into an even more defective lump of flesh than usual. His voice, instead, is an angry hiss.]

What the hell did you even do?

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[The replica gives a look of 'yeah, okay, so there's that' to the back of Asch's head. The expression relaxes into a light frown at seeing where they are.

... Damn.

He lets out a defeated sigh, before being practically snatched into the room. Upon being released, he abruptly reaches out to hold his balance via the wall next to him. Asch's question earns a frown as he looks away, his face reddening a bit.]

I was checking out this room, when a guy with red hair walked in. He shut the door, and... Well, he was really powerful. I just remember... being pretty much useless against him. Next thing I knew I was being... bitten... a-and...

[Well, Asch should have a nice idea of what happened next, already engraved into his mind. Luke looks at Asch for a moment, his eyes somewhat drifting downwards, before snatching to the floor.]

I didn't mean to leave it... open ...by the way. [His face would probably be incredibly red if not for anemia, right now.] The link, I mean. I just... wasn't in control of anything. He didn't even actually... you know... [He somewhat really hopes Asch knows what he's talking about. He doesn't want to have to say it, considering... well... this whole ordeal is kind of weird and embarrassing. The guy didn't even touch him. Not once. Yet...]

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[Well, the injury does look like a bite, so that part of the story checks out. And if Luke was really overpowered, well, Asch can't exactly hold that against him either. Asch growls under his breath, no real words, and hikes off to the bathroom.

There's the sound of water running and stopping, and then he comes back with a wet rag in hand that he promptly thrusts at Luke.]

Here. Clean up that neck, I'll find you something to wear.

[Luckily they wear the same size of underwear?]

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[He blinks, feeling slightly relieved at that response. Closing his eyes he touched near the bite mark, the faint shiver returning. Damn it, when would that go away...? He opens his eyes when he hears water turn on, then off. The rag is thrust at him and he immediately reaches out to take it.]

... Thanks.

[He pauses to look at rag with a hesitant expression that says 'eh heh yeah about that'. Still, he needs to clean it...so...

He abruptly presses it against his neck, over the bite. Somehow that seems like a better idea than lightly touching it. It's not. He tenses and clenches his teeth against the sound attempting to escape. Nope, that's not happening. Lowering the rag, he could feel his face heat just a tiny bit.]

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[Fortunately for Luke, Asch is turned away when Luke makes the attempt at cleaning the wound. Less fortunately, when he turns back around, with a few of his own clothes piled into his arms, Luke is still blushing.

On the other hand, he's prone to misinterpreting it.]

Don't look at me like that. It's not like you have anything I haven't already seen.

[Because replicas, replicas is why.]

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[He blinks at the words, before his brow furrows a bit. Wait. So... oh. He looks to the side, the faint color refusing to fade. Asch does have a point. But...]

Ah... well. That's true, I guess.

[...it's still somehow awkward, and he isn't too sure why.]

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[Look, Luke, either you can take the pants off or -

Or Asch could notice that you haven't finished cleaning up your neck.]

Incompetent.

[He drops the clothes on the end of the bed next to his replica and snatches the rag out of Luke's hands, then roughly pushes Luke's head forward in order to clean up that neck wound himself. Oops?]

tmw you don't have an icon for a certain situation. oh well.

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[His eyes widen as the rag is snatched; and, before Luke has a chance to say anything, a hand is shooting out to grab at the wrist holding the rag. There is an almost whimper of a sound escaping as fingertips dig in, eyes snap shut, and his body appearing ready to drop to the floor.

In spite of the grip, he isn't actually making an attempt to pull Asch's wrist away; though, after a couple of seconds his eyes open and he gives Asch a fierce look of confused... well... pleasure--because, as confusing as it is, it does feel good.]

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[The dream was simultaneously thrilling and thoroughly uncomfortable.

Sheba knows that dreaming about another person isn't uncommon. It happens all the time - it just hadn't happened to her yet, not in all eighteen of her years. And she can't really say that the dream was unpleasant, because it wasn't...

It just made things sort of awkward, because there's no real way of avoiding him. She's known Asch for more than three years now - a year and a half in the Tower, almost two years here - and he's one of the people she's closest to now that they've escaped and have ended up here instead of in Auldrant or Weyard. The powers that be must have known that, because they'd ended up in the same house, even though they hadn't arrived at the same time.

It's going to make having breakfast a little more of a challenge, she thinks as she sits up. She's awake and still she's thinking back to various scenes from the dream, wondering what it would feel like if it had really happened.

...actually, it's going to make just waking up awkward, she realizes as she looks down. Because this isn't her bed, it's his; night before last she'd had nightmares and had asked to sleep next to him to stave them off. Which means he's right there already. Her cheeks flush a bright red - that's sort of embarrassing, because she really should be used to this by now - and she smiles.]

Oh... good morning!

ITP Team Nolo graduates to Team Awkward

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[He's pretty used to one or the other of the girls crawling up to his hammock in the middle of the night - he's still the oldest, although the physical gap is less now that the slowed aging of the people of Auldrant has let them start catching up to him. Luckily, he's pretty sure neither of them judges him for certain standard functions of the male anatomy at this point.

As for dreams, well, his dreams are better, with them around, not that it completely erases eight Auldrant-years of being alone with his nightmares.

The place is safe, and that gives him the freedom to wake slowly, no longer having to be on his guard immediately once he leaves the bed at the crack of dawn. He's not a layabout by any means, though, and so when Sheba sits up he's already starting to stir. The hammock tends to roll people's weight together in the night, so they're right up against each other.]

Morning.

[He stretches slightly and cracks his eyes at her, not quite willing to sit up just yet.]

Sleep well?

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[Between Auldrant years being longer and the strangeness with her own aging thanks to the Golden Sun event, Sheba is pretty sure that neither one of them is going to significantly overtake the other in physical age anytime soon. But that's good - when she'd figured out what was going on, she'd worried a lot about outliving her friends.

Of course, since that's no longer a concern, the universe has seen fit to give her other things to worry about and wonder about.

Like how he would react if she put her arms around him right now and-- What am I thinking?! Her blush darkens and she averts her eyes before answering.]

I slept pretty well! Um... how did you sleep?

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[Fortunately or unfortunately, all Asch gets of her thoughts is what she shows on her face. At this moment, though, what is there is rather telling.

Play it cool, Asch, play it cool. Don't apologize for morning reactions unless she brings it up first.

...Yeah, blushing is a bit contagious this morning. He's only a little pink in contrast to Sheba, who is rapidly going red, but there's definitely something there.]

Well enough. No nightmares.

[And now they're going to do the sit here and be awkward thing, huh?]

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I didn't have any nightmares either. [What she'd dreamed definitely hadn't been a nightmare. She'd slept beside him to keep the bad dreams away, and then he'd appeared in her dreams. Funny how that works out.] Thank you for that.

[She manages a smile and really hopes her blush will start fading sometime soon (it doesn't). There's a bit of fidgeting as Sheba starts to pull away from him - almost two years of this and she's still a little uncertain on the hammock, but at least she doesn't have to worry about making them fall; powers work here, so she can easily catch both herself and him.

Her gaze lingers on his face for a few moments, though. She has to force herself to look away.]

Um... I'm going to start breakfast. Did you want anything?

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[Asch is much more confident on the hammock, because he's actually a cat. When she pulls away, he scoots over to the edge and hooks his legs over it to keep from sliding straight back into the middle. Sheba's powers might be able to catch them, but they'll also totally trash the room below as the various sketches, notes, and robotics diagrams borrowed from Dist scatter around the room.]

You could check and see if we got any more of those blackberries. I'll come oin you in a bit.

[Blackberry pancakes we do what we want. He looks back at her, noticing that she's still red as can be.]

Are you sure everything's alright?

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Oh, blackberries sound really good! I hope we have them...

[She gets to the edge where the ladder is and starts to climb down, thinking that maybe if they don't she'll just run out really quick and find somewhere to either pick some or buy some; maybe it would be a good enough distraction for her to get these weird thoughts out of her mind before she did something stupid.

She nearly chokes when he calls her out on not being as alright as she's claiming, and she actually does miss a rung of the ladder - thankfully by that time she's more than halfway down, so she's able to just make the drop without too much fuss. She doesn't look up when she answers him, but she is crossing to the door.]

I'm fine! Really. I didn't have nightmares, I just-- [And she cuts herself off right there with a shake of her head as she practically flees through the bedroom door, calling back over her shoulder.] I'll go check on those blackberries!

[She has never been more relieved that she's the mind reader and not him.]

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Just what?

[ - Buuuuuut she's already gone. This is why friends don't get friends agility rings for their birthdays.

It's a little while after that Asch comes out of his room, with a fresh set of clothes and his hair a little neater - he doesn't wear it so religiously up anymore, but he doesn't like it in his face when he's cooking or fighting, either, so for now his bangs are held back with hairpins. When he arrives in the kitchen, he immediately looks for Sheba, a somewhat confused expression on his face.]

What was that about?

[Sheba this is the guy responsible for Truthquest ND 2019, do you think you're actually going to wiggle out that easily?]

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[By the time he makes it up to the kitchen, Sheba has located a small carton of blackberries and has it set out on the counter, along with everything they'll need for pancakes, and she's about ready to start cooking when he speaks up. She turns to look at him and thankfully manages not to blush, though she's so focused on trying to keep herself under control that she notices when her heart practically flutters at the sight of him.

That is not okay, she tells herself. It's not like that between them, it never has been - she's just out of sorts because of the dream. That's all.

And perhaps because she's out of sorts, she actually tries to hide the truth from him - even though she knows how he is about the truth.] I was just hungry! That's all, really. Sorry for running out before.

[...yeah, even a stranger wouldn't fall for that. At this point Asch knows her better than almost anyone else, so the chances he'll actually believe her are slim.]

not certain if gagtag

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[This face. Just this face. That's it, that's the entire tag.]

it is now a real tag

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[...yeah, she should have known that had a snowball's chance in hell of working. Fine, she'll just be honest, then.]

I don't want to talk about it.

[Honest about how she doesn't want to tell him, anyway. She turns away from him and back to the food, busying herself with getting the batter ready. Okay, so she feels a little guilty for just running out and then clamming up, but - yeah, no. She's not explaining the whole thing.]

...but it's really not a big deal. I'll be okay soon.

[She hopes. If her mind keeps wandering like this, it's going to be a real pain.]

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[You tried, Sheba. Too bad it was never really going to fly.

Asch opts for sighing and starting on the pancakes, rather than pushing the issue - he's learned that much, at least, over these last few years. Sheba rarely if ever looks into his mind for his secrets, so he'll let her keep this one, if it's that important.]

Dice those berries a bit smaller, would you?