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01 ♪ video/action ♪ wake up sleepyhead!
[The feed shows a nice view of absolutely nothing. There is, however, the sound of someone spitting. Very lovely. He just woke up with a mouthful of dead rotting leaves. His day is off to a great freaking start, that's what.]
Ugh, nasty! Ow--... ow... ow. [Don't let the nonchalance fool you. He's realizing he's alive. Taking in a deep breath, and letting it out.
He's alive.
... And also FREEZING COLD. But wait until he finds a way home! This is impossible, but maybe-- just maybe--]
Hahah... jeez, it's c-c-cold. Am I in K-Keterburg or something?
-- Hey, what's...
[And here's when he brushes the journal off. Hello, there's a half-naked redhead getting up close and personal, and turning it upside down, and then shaking it out a bit. What is this strange and mystifying technology? It sure as hell isn't his journal.]
Weird.
[Feeling something tickle his shoulder, he reaches over to brush it off. And then he notices the wings, red with gold tips just like his hair. He has wings. This is not a drill. Luke drops the journal in favor of screaming like the grown man he isn't.]
W-what the hell is going on!?
[NO LUKE DON'T PULL ON THOSE--] —OW! [Yeah, that hurt more than anything else in his life. Now he's curled up over his knees again, trying not to cry. He almost blacked out there.]
G-guess they're real...
Ugh, nasty! Ow--... ow... ow. [Don't let the nonchalance fool you. He's realizing he's alive. Taking in a deep breath, and letting it out.
He's alive.
... And also FREEZING COLD. But wait until he finds a way home! This is impossible, but maybe-- just maybe--]
Hahah... jeez, it's c-c-cold. Am I in K-Keterburg or something?
-- Hey, what's...
[And here's when he brushes the journal off. Hello, there's a half-naked redhead getting up close and personal, and turning it upside down, and then shaking it out a bit. What is this strange and mystifying technology? It sure as hell isn't his journal.]
Weird.
[Feeling something tickle his shoulder, he reaches over to brush it off. And then he notices the wings, red with gold tips just like his hair. He has wings. This is not a drill. Luke drops the journal in favor of screaming like the grown man he isn't.]
W-what the hell is going on!?
[NO LUKE DON'T PULL ON THOSE--] —OW! [Yeah, that hurt more than anything else in his life. Now he's curled up over his knees again, trying not to cry. He almost blacked out there.]
G-guess they're real...
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[Luke catches one of the connotations in that statement. If Guy knows that he was about to disappear (or at least, had a suspicion), then some other people will know, too. And he's already heard something about people being here before and losing their memories. It's a lot to take in, and it's hard not to doubt himself-- to doubt his own memory.
But that's too much to think about. Right now, he just wants to be out of the cold. He wants a cup of warm cocoa and a blanket and a hearth and friends. None of these things will be available to him unless they get going. Carefully, he gathers the coat around himself and gets up.]
I'll be fine as long as none of my toes fall off while I'm not looking.
[He shivers, regardless.]
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Not a chance. You need those, and we don't need any more reason for Asch to get grumpy. You're getting a piggyback ride before anything even thinks about falling off.
[He's somewhat serious. Somewhat. Asch was a whole different issue, especially if Luke hadn't spoken to him yet. He was older. Different. The communication between them was already strained enough, and with Asch having been so unusually attached to his replica before... well, Guy isn't sure what to think of the possible explosion that might happen around the Fabre original.
He just doesn't want Luke anywhere around it, if he can help it at all.]
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[Wow, that's embarrassing to even think about. He ignores the scarlet chasing across his cheeks and buries his face in the jacket. It smells familiar and clean.]
I'm not a little kid, you know.
[A pause.]
Whose coat is this, anyway?
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You'll thank me later.
[He'll also get over the embarrassment. Eventually. Guy knew the momentary fluster and bite hardly stuck around without good reason. Annoying in its own way, but after living with it for more than a decade, one got used to the complaints.
As for the second question, Guy only responds with a casual shrug, palms up. Not an "I don't know" gesture as much as it is "Does it matter?" Really, both apply.]
It's yours now, if you want. I picked it up while I was talking to you.
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He settles into the coat a little more.]
I kinda like it.
[Not his usual color, but it's the first thing he associates with Guy being here so he's not too eager to let go of it.
He glances around. They should probably get going; his feet are getting pretty cold and he doesn't want his first time seeing Tear and the others since dying to involve a piggyback ride from his best friend.]