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025 ~ [Action/Voice]

[It's been a few hours since Dist disappeared from Luceti.]

[Ion had just spoken with him. He couldn't even remember what about... perhaps he was being scolded for sleeping in again? He recalled only his voice: that irritated, sharp tone hiding a layer of concern he didn't want anyone to know was there. But Ion knew Dist cared far more than he'd ever admit. Perhaps even more than he ever realized he could... just how long had it been now since they had become friends? Why, it was almost strange to think of him as a former enemy... they had been friends for longer than that, hadn't they?]

[But people don't remember Luceti when they go home.]

[Holding the journal in his lap, Ion can only stare blankly at the page. He feels... tired. Tired of what, he probably wouldn't be able to say for sure. But even after telling everyone else in the House, he felt he needed to do this... though whether it was for Dist's sake or simply for a sense of closure, he wasn't sure. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and sad. It sounds as though he's barely there.]

...Dist has returned to Auldrant.

[A pause. He felt as though he was only just now accepting that it was true.]

I know he wasn't always the most agreeable person, but I hope those who knew him will remember him fondly nonetheless.

[He won't stick around to chat for long. With that done, he's just going to head out of his room, hoping to take a walk and find some fresh air... only to find himself instead walking out of a closet. Worse yet, it's not a closet in his own home, either. And the sudden change of atmosphere is enough to make him jump, stumble, and crash out onto the floor, potentially bringing down a few coats with him as well.]

[And yet somehow, he finds he doesn't really mind such a ridiculous distraction for once.]

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[Luke got the message, and... well, he's not really sure how to feel. He doesn't like Dist. He never liked Dist. Respected him? Sure, in a way. And he's grateful that he helped him with his fonon separation, even if he only did it for his own gain. But he still never really liked him very much.

So he isn't happy, but he isn't sad, either. It's a weird, neutral sort of feeling, and he figures that him talking to Ion with this kind of feeling wouldn't be very good for him. He seemed to like Dist a lot, after all.

He shuts the journal instead, and he turns over on the bed with his arm over his eyes. As much as Luke would like to go out today, he'd rather not go on such a wild adventure like these past few days.]

[It doesn't happen right away. Ion had quite a few conversations to deal with before hand, after all. But at some point in the next hour, there will be a strange noise coming from Luke's closet. It starts with a thump, and then a short gasp. And finally, all at once, a certain fon master will suddenly come tumbling out from the closet in possibly the least graceful manner possible, taking out a number of things on hangers before landing flat on his face.]

[...]

[He might need a moment, he smacked the top of his head on Luke's door.]

[Luke had just dozed off, too. The noises don't bother him much, save for making him stir just slightly. Then someone's tumbling out of his closet and WHAT THE FUCK Luke finds himself springing to the side of the bed and reaching down to grab his sword on the floor -

Only to see who's actually there, and remember just what kind of experiment is going on. His hand hovers over the hilt of the sword, then slowly pulls back as he just stares at that head of green hair.]

... Ion?

[It takes until Luke says his name for Ion to stir, his hands moving up to cover the spot where he hit his head before he pushes himself up to his knees. For a moment, the look on his face is uncharacteristically annoyed. This isn't the first time he's fallen out of a closet... nor is it the second time. Today was an off day.]

[Of course, it quickly vanishes when he looks up and realizes just who's room he's fallen into this time. He's still kind of tangled up in clothes and hangers and stuff.]

Oh... hello, Luke. [Starting to pulls some of the clothes off, geeze, now he's made a mess!] I'm sorry, this has been happening a lot lately.

I-It's okay, don't worry. The same thing happened to me, too. [He rolls his eyes and pulls his hand back to flick it lazily in the air before pillowing his chin against it.] I got eaten by some giant animal and then heard a tree say something stupid about my mom. Talk about obnoxious...

[... Though when he glances back at Ion, he notices that not... all of the clothes covering Ion are his own. Eh... heh, maybe Ion won't notice.]

[Okay, okay, back up, one of those things was not like the other.]

You were eaten by a--

[...]

[Why was there a bra in Luke's closet?]

[Staring.]

[...

Grin?]

Uh...

[...]

[DROPPING]

[IT]

[ON]

[THE]

[GROUND.]

...Luke?

[Admittedly he probably should've put that back in Xion's room before she left for the mission but he didn't do that so now he'll just watch Ion drop it on the floor before he gives an uneasy chuckle fuuuuu - ]

It's not mine. [GETTING THAT OUT OF THE WAY FIRST.]

...I don't know whether to feel relieved or not.

[But okay, Ion's not really so dense as to not make the obvious (second) assumption:]

Has Xion been using your room?

[If the red hot blush that spreads across his cheeks doesn't answer his question, then the way he looks down at the floor and rubs the back of his neck ought to. But just in case that isn't enough:]

... Yeah, you could say that.

Edited 2012-08-04 10:49 (UTC)

[Maybe that would answer the question for someone a little more well-versed in the ways of the world, but Ion's not quite catching on. Why's Luke so embarrassed about this?]

I knew you two were living together, but does that mean you're sharing a room as well?

Edited 2012-08-04 10:52 (UTC)

No, we're in different rooms. But sometimes she... comes in here. To sleep and... stuff.

[Despite his embarrassment, he can't help smiling goofily. Stuff, all right...]

Oh. [Clearly Luke just mean sleeping and then, like, getting ready in the morning or something. It'd explain why her clothes were in here, after all!]

It must be nice, having so much time for just the two of you now.

[If he weren't Ion, his tone might make it sound like he's bitter, but he's just in a bad mood, okay.]

Mm... we've been wanting to live together for a few months now. Things just happened this way. She's on a long mission right now, though... Before she left, we -

[He reddens further, and glances at Ion.]

Say... did anyone talk to you about, uh...

...talk to me about what?

[Luke, why you so red? He'll just be getting off the floor and dusting off his clothes now, nbd.]

You know... what couples do sometimes? ... Sexual stuff? [He waves a hand vaguely. It's so much easier to talk when the other person completely knows what you're talking about.]

[Given how quickly Ion looks up and pulls his head back, it's pretty clear he knows exactly what Luke is talking about.]

...yes. What about it?

[He has a distinct feeling he doesn't really need to ask, but what else could he say to a question like that!?]

Edited 2012-08-05 05:06 (UTC)

[... Oh he DOES know

Luke grins now, the expression a little sheepish as well as just. Well, happy.]

We kind of did that. ... Well, not kind of...

[GOD HE'S SO BAD AT THIS "TALKING WITH OTHER MANLY MEN" THING then again Ion isn't a manly man...]

[.....]

You mean you and Xion had sex?

[...........]

Well - yeah.

Oh.

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