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[not_a_twin]

Who: Luke and anyone!
What: Exploring the living quarters.
Where: Uh, kitchen!
When: Evening.
Warning: Slight violence.

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[not_the_dreck]

The sound of things crashing made the hair on the back of Asch's neck stand on end. Bad enough he had... words with that... that Thing, but now there was someone out to destroy the place? His hand went to his empty scabbard out of habit, growling softly to himself when his fingers groped the air. Well, he may not have had a weapon, but he could still cast... right? Perhaps he should have asked that damn Thing that before he stomped off.

Carefully, he made his way over to the sound of the crash, sneaking carefully to the door of the kitchen and peeking inside... before he realized that it was just his idiot of a replica.

"Can you do nothing without flailing around like an idiot?" he snapped at the other redhead, glaring at the mess with distaste.

[not_the_dreck]

Asch stood very still, barely even flinching at the soft thump to his chest. There was an awkward moment where the original glared at his replica, unmoving. Slowly, he looked down to the fist still on his chest... looked back up to Luke... again to the fist... and finally to Luke again...

CRACK!!!

...and once his brain processed what Luke did, his fist impacted soundly against his face, showing his replica the hard way how a real punch is thrown.

[not_a_twin]

Luke was still focused on trying to get his fons to start up that he didn't seem to notice Asch's gawking until..."OW!" He shouted, his face veering off to the side and as he stumbled back in surprise. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" He barked out at him once his head stopped spinning.

Shoving at the other boy into a counter with a growl he now really wished his artes worked. He would love to that smug jerk go sailing across the room and maybe through a wall. Yeah... that'd be great!

Bringing his hand to he cheek he sent the boy another annoyed glare. "That's all the info I've got. You want more go out and find it!" He hissed and gestured to the door before walking to the other end of the kitchen to continue his quest for food.

[not_the_dreck]

"Tch, if you can't even take a punch, then you're not worth my time," he sneered, going to leave.

However, he hesitated at the door, resting a hand against the door frame.

"...did he really die this time?" he asked softly.

[not_a_twin]

"Tch...whatever. I don't have anything to prove to you." 'Not anymore...' Luke added silently and kept his back to Asch as he left. He thought he'd taken that punch pretty well anyway. There was a time when the boy would hit him and he'd be on the ground but there was no point in pointing that out. It'd just make Asch try to hit him harder.

Taking a soda out of the fridge he glanced back over at his original. "...Yeah... he's gone..." He murmured not sounding the least bit proud of this fact. "Master Van is gone."

[not_the_dreck]

Asch was silent, still not looking back toward him.

"...good work," he murmured, stepping out.