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[highmaintanance]

[Today there is a bit of a comical scene to be had. A Luke, dressed in odd, mismatched modern clothing that looks to be a size or two too big for him, is stuck in a large tree, much like a cat. He's crouched on a branch and clinging for dear life to the trunk of the tree, and isn't easily noticeable other than his mop of bright orange hair

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[engelgefallen]

[ Alas and woe, the flightless dodo misses the original radar for now, since Asch isn't quite near enough to either hear him or get that niggling feel across his back when danger (subjectively speaking here) is around the corner. In fact, he's content talking out tonight's dinner plan to himself.

No easy rescue for you, Mechanic. ]

[highmaintanance]

[I am not a dodo! Though the appearance of the Winged Knight makes Luke do a few things-- for starters, he glances downward to even see him, which causes a chain reaction of him squeezing his eyes shut and clinging to the tree trunk more. Goddamn fear of heights anyway.]

[The other reaction that occurs is Luke's unconscious attempt to scoot backwards, which causes him to teeter on the branch he's perched on, counterbalancing and making a decidedly not-tree-like sound. He also just lost his shoe, which if it doesn't hit you, Engel, it will likely land very close to you. So he shouts about that.]

Look out--!

[engelgefallen]

[ And look out, or rather, up he does-- which could be why said foot covering falls smack into the bridge of his nose, sending Asch comically teetering backwards for a brief moment before both attacker and victim hit the forest floor with a thud, the latter making a sound never before heard by the likes of replicakind. ]

[highmaintanance]

[Which Luke responds to with a sort of distressed whine from above. Maybe he'd rather stay up here than be rescued, after all.]

I-I didn't mean for that to happen...! [Of course, he also sounds kind of clipped and terrified because hi, remember how terrified we are of heights? Maybe you've not experienced this fear before. You're afraid of heights too, aren't you? THIS COULD BE POTENTIALLY HORRIBLE.]

[engelgefallen]

[ derp. ]

I distinctly recall a certain individual likening me to a peasant mother. [ Suddenly, replica affection! It takes him a bit by surprise and he stumbles back a few steps, catching himself on the bed's footboard. ] ...if you wish to get technical about it, you were spawned from me.

[highmaintanance]

Usually guys request you call them daddy, but if you insist I suppose I could give you a maternal nickname.

[engelgefallen]

[ Gives him a puzzled look, snaking an arm around his waist. ] And here I thought you already had some kind of pet name for me.

[highmaintanance]

Usually just "love", unless you wanted me to wrack my defective little replica brain for another.

[highmaintanance]

[[From here.]]

[That's an odd sensation. Chuckles low in his throat anyway, sitting a bit straighter at the action.] Guess not.

[engelgefallen]

[ Considering how often their positions are reversed, yes, it probably is rather strange. Stretches to keep digging his fingers into a tan shoulder, the other set trailing over his collarbone and slowly working lower. ]

[highmaintanance]

[Fiddles with his bottle a little, frowning thoughtfully again.] ...so, straight up, lemme ask you something.

[engelgefallen]

[ Up goes one eyebrow and though his eyes are closed, he glares. Why, for the love of everything, would you pick now to ask a damn question? With a swear he beats his head into the pillow. ] Ask whatever the hell you want, but make it quick.

[beyourlight]

[ derp. ]

Ngh... [ "Hate" is the only coherent word running through his mind; he hates how the idiot can have so much control over him, hates how he always worries more about others first, and hates how damn much he's enjoying this. So clearly the only course of action is to make him feel the same way, which he attempts with a pointed roll of his hips. ]

[highmaintanance]

[Whiiich causes Luke's jaw to drop open but no sound to come out for a second, until he belatedly grabs hold of Asch's shoulder in a vicelike grip to keep from doing anything that could cause painful repercussions.]

[beyourlight]

[ Unable to keep the both of them supported with just one arm, the mass of tangled redhead plunges forward into the sea bedding, original exhaling sharply and fumbling to encourage Luke's other hand to stroke faster. ]

[highmaintanance]

[And he successfully encouraged, though nobody's entirely sure how replica mind-meld activate!, Luke's hand moving faster around the other as he continues to keep himself mostly in check from behind.]