[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.
[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.]
[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?]
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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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[He pauses when Luke grabs his wrist and - oh. welp. That is unexpected but almost explains quite a bit.
Asch growls under his breath, pulls Luke's fingers off his wrist (because his replica's grip is flaccid even if something else isn't), and finishes the ob as quickly as possible.]
[When Asch pulls the rag away, Luke has to reach out to catch himself from falling forward.
Eyes widened, he stares at the floor, eyes landing on the physical evidence of just how much... his own body had enjoyed what Asch did just then.
This is ... a tad bit more than simply awkward. Thank goodness his pants are somewhat loose-fitting. Otherwise it would be awkward and uncomfortable. Oh... he's still holding onto Asch.
Way to make it even less awkward, Luke. Good job. Really.]
[Don't worry, Luke, your original is still sitting here with the one you gave him from earlier. Bless you, Order of Lorelei, for your tunic'd uniform. Presumably Asch isn't the first person with this problem and won't be the last.
Once he's certain that Luke won't fall on his face, Asch pushes his replica off and hastily puts the clean clothes into his hands - Luke's on his own as far as pants since Asch wears tights under his tunic, but there's underwear and a long-sleeved undershirt there.]
Hurry up so we can pretend like this never happened.
[He stumbles backwards just a bit, but easily manages to regain his balance. After accepting the clothes, he pauses for a moment. The shirt isn't a problem; so, naturally, he's starting with that. Once off, he slips into fresh shirt.
... About removing the pants, though. Luke might have a slight issue with taking those off in front of Asch--mainly because of a certain something that he doesn't want Asch seeing out in the open.
So he's going to head to the bathroom to do that. Slowly, since walking is difficult with certain things hindering it.]
[Yes, because Asch is an idiot who missed how Luke was just about moaning, there. The comment goes after Luke as he proceeds into the bathroom - ]
I'm not blind.
[ - But if Luke is going to insist on privacy, Asch will let him have it. When Luke comes back out, he'll find his shirt and coat hung on a hook near the door, and Asch's tabard hung on the next one. The original himself is sitting crosslegged on the bed, because that's the least uncomfortable position right now, and brushing his hair.]
[It's not that he thinks Asch missed it, really. Really, Luke's just awkward like that. Still, though. He didn't so far as to shut the door, or anything. He simply made it so there was some level of privacy there.
When he comes out of the bathroom, he blinks at how Asch is sitting.
... Yeah, Luke may be labeled 'idiot', but... Asch doesn't exactly sit like that for the enjoyment of it. So have a slightly suspicious stare, Asch.]
[It's the tone that carries all the meaning here, really. "Yeah, I have a bulge in my pants, and it's your fault, so stop staring." Other than looking up at Luke, Asch doesn't move.]
What did you think would happen when you left the connection open?
[He might be asshole incarnate, but Asch is only human.]
[His eyebrows lift a tiny bit before his face turns a little red. Eye darting to the side a moment, he moves a hand to the back of his head. Maybe he got the hidden message within the tone.]
... R-right.
[He walks to the opposite side of the bed and sits down. Somewhat mimicking Asch's sitting position, he looks down a moment.]
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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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Ah... well. That's true, I guess.
[...it's still somehow awkward, and he isn't too sure why.]
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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.
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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Asch growls under his breath, pulls Luke's fingers off his wrist (because his replica's grip is flaccid even if something else isn't), and finishes the ob as quickly as possible.]
There. Done.
[Please be regaining your senses now.]
... it's adorable. XD
Eyes widened, he stares at the floor, eyes landing on the physical evidence of just how much... his own body had enjoyed what Asch did just then.
This is ... a tad bit more than simply awkward. Thank goodness his pants are somewhat loose-fitting. Otherwise it would be awkward and uncomfortable. Oh... he's still holding onto Asch.
Way to make it even less awkward, Luke.
Good job. Really.]asch being adorable
Once he's certain that Luke won't fall on his face, Asch pushes his replica off and hastily puts the clean clothes into his hands - Luke's on his own as far as pants since Asch wears tights under his tunic, but there's underwear and a long-sleeved undershirt there.]
Hurry up so we can pretend like this never happened.
... asch is always adorable. :|
... About removing the pants, though. Luke might have a slight issue with taking those off in front of Asch--mainly because of a certain something that he doesn't want Asch seeing out in the open.
So he's going to head to the bathroom to do that. Slowly, since walking is difficult with certain things hindering it.]
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I'm not blind.
[ - But if Luke is going to insist on privacy, Asch will let him have it. When Luke comes back out, he'll find his shirt and coat hung on a hook near the door, and Asch's tabard hung on the next one. The original himself is sitting crosslegged on the bed, because that's the least uncomfortable position right now, and brushing his hair.]
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When he comes out of the bathroom, he blinks at how Asch is sitting.
... Yeah, Luke may be labeled 'idiot', but... Asch doesn't exactly sit like that for the enjoyment of it. So have a slightly suspicious stare, Asch.]
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[It's the tone that carries all the meaning here, really. "Yeah, I have a bulge in my pants, and it's your fault, so stop staring." Other than looking up at Luke, Asch doesn't move.]
What did you think would happen when you left the connection open?
[He might be asshole incarnate, but Asch is only human.]
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Maybe he got the hidden message within the tone.]... R-right.
[He walks to the opposite side of the bed and sits down. Somewhat mimicking Asch's sitting position, he looks down a moment.]
Sorry.
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[Yeah, because he was going to be so capable of that. Maybe a warning would be better.]
Get the clothes back to me sometime in the next few days, you don't get to keep them.
[And now a look that says "why are you still here?" because Asch is a dickbag.]