[It's rather late at night when the journal clicks on. Luke had waited until he had calmed down from the nightmare he had to make the post, and good thing, too. Otherwise it'd catch the tremor he surely had in his voice.
Instead, he merely sounds subdued, and maybe a little hesitant.]Does anyone have any good stories to tell
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And since that's a familiar voice and a familiar question, he can't help but answer it.]
You can't sleep either?
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I tried a lot of stuff already... I still can't sleep.
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[...] What did you do to fix it?
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The tea thing sounds good, though. I'll have to see if we have any.
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[He'll be nice and not tell the story of the slumber party, though.]
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I'll meet you outside, okay?
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[And once he's grabbed a thermos, boiled some water and started the tea brewing, he'll be on his way to go meet Luke like a derpy blond ninja. It's hard to miss the antenna.]
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[Luke decided to wait outside, seeing how talking in his apartment could wake Asch up. He's in dark pajamas and is barefoot, and he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his head down. He glances up every now and then, and that's when he spots the telltale blond antenna.
He smiles when he does, and raises a hand in a wave.]
Emil!
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