HMD

Constructive criticism need only apply. If you have something to say about my Luke, please refrain from all-out flaming me, as I don't take kindly to immaturity which is rather ironic given who I play. All comments are screened, anonymous commenting should be enabled and if it's not now it will be. IP logging is off.

I'm also available for contact at wire bird cage on AIM, half the time on invisible. Feel free to contact me there for anything, as well. ♥

edit: Now with more future dating to keep this on top!

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[Determined to be constructive and keep his mind busy, Luke has intelligently decided to rearrange what little furnishes the apartment that once housed four and now houses two holds. Which isn't much, but given he's moved everything about six times, he's making good progress in keeping himself busy.]

[At some point, he bumps into the wall and his communicator falls off the makeshift shelf it was sitting on, leading the feed to click on without him realizing. Anyone watching gets a comical show of Luke wandering around the space shoving stuff around and surveying it before shoving it around again.]

[By the time he's done, the apartment... probably looks exactly like it did when he started moving things. Regardless, he seems to be rather proud of himself. He wanders over to the fallen communicator with the intent of picking it up and posting, and frowns when he notices it's on.]

...I think these things are secretly alive and just like to watch anything and everything we do all day. [He shakes the communicator idly.] Must be pretty boring.

[Seated outside the Latimir apartment complex is Luke, watching the light snowfall with mild interest. In his hands is the headband he gave Natalia for Christmas, and around his neck is the scarf she gave him.]

It's weird to think a person is really annoying when they're around but really miss them when they're gone. [He realizes he's being recorded, but isn't really talking with much purpose at first.] ...hey, Tear. Can I ask you something?

[The feed clatters on as Luke's communicator falls to the ground in the midst of an argument. Anyone "watching" gets a briefly shaken view of what would be a living room were the Latimir apartments marginally more livable, and anyone listening may recognize a familiar (and very similar) pair of voices arguing back and forth.]

"--stupid with me, dreck! Where is she?!"

"What part of this is acting stupid?! I don't know!"

"Then you should have kept better track of her!"

"And you're automatically exempt? She's your fiancé, last I checked!"

"I was keeping track of her! And unless she vanished into thin air, she had to have seen you before she left!"

"Given nobody's seen her for a while, she's probably back home. Can't you be happy that she's safer?"

"Home?"

"Auldrant? You know, the home that doesn't involve evil poison-spitting plants and crazy scientists?"

"I know that, idiot! We aren't suppoed to be able to just leave! And why would she go without bringing at least you?"

"Do you really think she'd have been given the option? And why would she bring me? It's you she cares so much about."

"Because-- Because she's too damn nice for her own good." [Silence for a moment.] So she was sent back home?"

"...Yeah, she kind of is. [An equal silence.] ...I hope so, at least."

[Silence reigns for a while, until there is an irritated grunt and the sound of someone storming off angrily. A few more moments of silence pass before Luke realizes his communicator is on, and he comes into view briefly before turning the communicator off with a sort of injured expression.]

[[ooc; For reference, red font is Asch. Replies would be ICly delayed until Luke feels like responding.]]

[The feed clicks on to a comical view of Luke with a pair of fuzzy orange earmuffs folded over his hands. He's staring at them quizzically, but with a stupid grin on his face. He likes them, but he has absolutely no idea what to do with them. Someone please tell the idiot they go on his ears. Visible beside him is a small plant, which he frowns at periodically.]

This place really likes awkward plants. I'm a little afraid of what this one might do.

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( Things he got for other people )

[There's a familiar sound of the communicator attempting to shock its user, though there isn't an immediate reaction to it. After a while the video feed clicks on to an odd, dark shape before Luke moves his hand off of the screen with a slight whining sound.]

Can't even catch a break from this thing.

It's too warm in here, I'm going outside.

[And anyone watching gets a dizzying video of Luke picking up the communicator and carrying it loosely in one hand as he makes his way out of Latimir with considerably less coordination than usual. Luckily for him, he somehow manages to avoid mistletoe on his way out largely because mun doesn't want him forced to make out with anybody when he's got food poisoning. He does, however, nearly fall down about four different times.]

This is completely not cool.

[ooc; Hi, I meant to post this like three days ago but work and life got crazy! Technically speaking this could/should be backdated to the 14th when he actually ate Natalia's food. For reference, Idiot here is running one hell of a fever from a nasty case of food poisoning, and hasn't eaten anything since Natalia's food because it wound up outside of his body a few hours after he ate it anyway so he's not fond of food right now. May or may not make this worse by including a Malboro, but idk. CARRY ON.]

[There is a distinct electrical zapping sound and a yelp, followed by a clatter. As the communicator bounces to the ground near Luke's feet, the video feed clicks on and Discedo is offered an unusual angle on the teenager from foot-level.]

Ow! ... [And after a few seconds of staring, perplexed, at the device, he cracks a smile and crouches down, laughing.] And after I just told Asch to be more social the other day. [He fiddles with the communicator for a while.]

Well I guess that means I'm supposed to use this thing more, then. How's everybody doing?

...Is it just me, or does this place seem a lot more lively?

[ooc; LOL I love how this was totally like half an hour before the cutoff. Fail, self. Fail. Kind of a placeholder because mun is liable to keel over unconscious at any moment now, but anything goes. Tags will resume sometime tomorrow!♥]