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[dissonates]

[It's been almost a week since 'Luke' returned from his kidnapping, and over the past few days he's been trying to get used to his new... living arrangements. His mind is still something of a jumble, but despite that he's out and about, really exploring the village instead of wandering aimlessly from the mountains. More than likely, he'll be lurking close to the houses of people he knew, as either Luke or Asch, though he's too antsy to knock or say hello. He's also carting around the Key of Lorelei, the sword Asch had before.

As he walks, he'll be randomly jotting down a seemingly randomized set of numbers. Though some might find it familiar:]

3.14159265358979322946...

[...Yeah, he's definitely still a bit scatterbrained. Bother hiiiiim.]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

I'd love that. [She widens her smile as she tugs on his arm a bit.] Speaking of which, would you like to help me?

[dissonates]

Help? What, with getting that uniform back?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Exactly. I was the one who stuck it up there, after all.

[dissonates]

What can I do?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Make sure I don't get stuck. And be there in case I drop it.

[dissonates]

Uh... sure, I don't mind.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Good. [Come come, let's go to the tallest tree!]

[dissonates]

[Stella, you're a crazyface, you know that? He's following, though.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Of course she does, but this is also to prove that she'd to include him in what she's doing. So she walks along with a bounce in her step - it feels nice to not limp around anymore. And soon, they arrive at the tree!]

Wait here. [With a flash of light, Stella's teriques appears as wings again. After a few flaps of the wings, she rises up into the air, heading up the tree to get the poor uniform that's waving in the wind.]

[dissonates]

[And so he waits as directed, watching carefully below just in case something happens and she falls. He's still kind of amazed; he's never seen anything like it.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Soon enough, she reaches the top of the tree and finds a good spot to hang on to. Wow, she really tied that one, didn't she... So, Stella attempts to untie it. Tugging, loosening... But she forgot how heavy the uniform is, what with all that metal. So, once it's loose enough, it ends up falling right out of the tree.]

Ah! [Stella tries to reach down and grab it, but alas! It keeps falling!]

[dissonates]

[Oh good grief. He steps closer, hands lifting to catch it before it hits the ground. What in the world was it doing up there anyway?]

I've got it.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[It was a flag. 8| Stella sighs in relief, then flies away from the tree and lowers slowly through the air.]

Thank you... [Once she reaches the lowest branch, she sits close to the trunk and looks down at him curiously.] What do you want me to call you?

[dissonates]

[He folds the outfit up a but clumsily - he's no tidy homemaker - and offers it out to her.] ...Luke. It's who they both were, in their minds.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[She takes it from him and gives a nod and a smile.] Luke, then. [Stella folds the outfit over her arm, then holds out her hand.] Well then, Luke... I would love to create more memories with you, as long as you allow me to remember both of them as my dear friends.

[dissonates]

[He hesitates, then takes her hand.] You can remember whatever you like. I don't expect anything out of anyone.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

You can expect my friendship, at least.

[dissonates]

...I won't expect it. [He pauses.] But I'll accept it, anyway.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

And that's all I'll ask. [She'll get herself up now and dust herself off.] Now that I have Senel's uniform, I should return home. I... snuck out to get this.

[dissonates]

...Heh. I guess you could say I snuck out, too. I'll walk you home, if you want. You can blame it on me- I kidnapped you away to climb a tree.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

And I just happened to find his outfit up there. [She raises an eyebrow.] All right. I'll blame it on you.

[dissonates]

I'm only two weeks old and you're already corrupting me. That's just terrible.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

You may think of it as a valuable lesson in life.

[dissonates]

Maybe I'll keep a diary of it.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

That way, when you sit down and read over your lessons, you'll learn something of an art, young pupil.