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[replicaberry]

[nearly four days later, Luke still falls under the description of Sick As A Dog. he's sitting up at this point, frowning blearily around the room. the door's open again-- apparently he got up at some point he doesn't remember to let the kitten roam about the hallways. aforementioned ball of white fur is currently purring, curled up at his feet.] .

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[unspokengrief]

...Are you alright?

[replicaberry]

[it takes him a minute to focus, and as he goes to answer he coughs until his throat is raw instead.] ...that answer your question?

[unspokengrief]

...Yeah.

...Do you need anything?

[replicaberry]

Possibly a new throat. [grins] Nah, I'm good. ...Good being a relative term.

[fononfailure]

*peeks into the room, smiling brightly.* Luke? You awake?

[replicaberry]

Partially, at least.

[fononfailure]

I brought you a little something.

[replicaberry]

[blinks] Should I be afraid?

[replicaberry]

[blinks at her for a while before smiling faintly]

Hey, Nat.

[replicaberry]

[laughs softly] Nah, it's better that you waited. Asch would've killed me if I'd gotten you sick.

[crimson_asch]

[belated Asch is here to check up on his silly replica. He's brought a tray with two cups of hot tea with him.] Still not feeling too good?

[replicaberry]

Mostly, I just can't remember how I got here.

[crimson_asch]

hm. [places the tray on the nearby nightstand and...damn that bed looks inviting.] You are sick, a bed's where you'd be. What were you doing out of it?

[replicaberry]

... [frowns slightly] I told you, I'd had a dream. I... wanted to find you. [won't look at him, embarrassed]