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@sacristia
Alien Stage; Luka.
Winner of the 49th season of Alien Stage.
severe inability to tell right from wrong!
he has no sense of self and by default shows little to no emotion
but can easily mimic others and project whatever is required of him
also extremely possessive and obsessive
hes very toxic im so sorry! (he's not sorry, though)
he's 30 years old and very fragile, his bones are made of glass.
he has 99 physical illnesses and is banned from most public spaces.
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His soft voice among the murmurs and laughter of others still reaches her ears, and Hyuna turns her head to face him, and then she looks at his hand. His fingers are a purple hue. She has to hold in a breath and silently exhale the stress building up.
"Right." So they didn't get separated. It'll help with her mildly unbalanced struggle. She takes his hand--more like two of Luka's fingers.
"Lead the way."
Luka lets out a huff of air in clear delight, not even trying to wipe the soft but cheesy and fond smile off his face as Hyuna loosely takes his hand and he starts walking ahead. He's searching for a nice spot for them with a good view- it's terribly crowded and many had arrived before them, so finding a good spot might prove difficult— Luka is nearly knocked off balance while he had his attention scanning around for a place for them to settle, and he tries to catch himself on Hyuna... Not the best option when she, too, is struggling to keep steady. What had knocked into him was a younger boy- brown and short hair, dark and thick eyebrows with eyelashes to match. He was wide eyed and full of energy. He hadn't been watching where he was running, and he ran right into Luka and Hyuna. His embarrassed smile was devastatingly familiar, and he called out a quick 'sorry!' before he ran off to catch up with whoever he was with.
Even Luka was caught off guard for a moment- he blinked a few times, not bothering to follow the child with his gaze as he ran off. He shook his head a few times, as if shaking thoughts out of his mind, and he briefly slipped his fingers away from Hyuna to reverse their positions- he was now squeezing onto her fingers.
He continues on after regaining his balance, no longer leaning on Hyuna but practically trying to pull her along now. He gazes back at her: "This way, Hyuna." He says it simply, casually, as if they both hadn't just been reminded of the same person.
hi! i would like to start some more threads with people! specifically i would like to plot some things to get more familiar with everyone and everything, along with developing connections ! this will be uncapped, so anyone can like this and i will reach out to talk about what we could cook up together! doesn't matter if we've interacted before or not! (i do think i still have some replies to write but tee hee.)
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She can't say she regrets telling Luka where she lived....out loud. She can think it though, when she opens the door to her residency to see the blond man standing right there. She's most certainly not dressed to go out, but he talks about some sort of festival. She's aware of it. Took a look around at the Golden Ward (her home's section). It's nighttime now, and while she did hear about some lights about to happen in the skies, she figured she'd sit this one out.
"Alright," she says quietly.
Alright...
with that, steps inside her home, motioning for Luka to come in. "Lemme jus', uh, clean up real quick, yeah?"
There are three empty cans of beer and one nearly finished one. The TV is running. She was watching a movie about aliens.
After a bit, she's stepping out with fresh clothes to wear. A crop top and some shorts for this miserable heat.
"'Kay, m'ready. Where is this place at?"
---
Archimedes Ward was a travel away. Each ward was about a 30-minute ride by train, so it didn't take long to get there, but man, did it feel long.
And when they finally arrived at the Water of Styx, she realized how many people were here. They all have their own section where they sit and enjoy each other's company.
"S'pretty crowded," She grumbles. Still, she can't deny that it's nice to see them laughing and smiling, talking among themselves.
....
Why did Luka bring her here?
Hyuna had been... unwell, lately. Luka could tell. Avoiding him, locking herself in her house, or being out for days and nights at a time— he can't really tell when she's out and when she's just pretending to not be home. It's not the first time he's stopped by, but the first time he had a plan, and luckily, she answered. Inside of her house is a mess... He'll have to clean that up for her later. It's his turn to take care of Hyuna, now. He had an annoyingly bright smile on his face the entire time; at her door, in her house, the whole 30 minute ride in which he didn't bother speaking, but occasionally leaned a bit closer to Hyuna.
—
Once they arrived, Luka also noted the crowd... Not favorable, for him... There's no faces he recognizes nor does he care to try. But there's a reason he chose this place, she'll see. For now... "Hyuna."
He calls her attention, softly, the only time his voice is so full of affection is when it's directed at her. He's holding his hand out, and he gestures at it with his gaze. "Hands. So we won't get separated." He requests this as if they're small kids who can't find each other in a crowd. Who knows if she'll grant him this. She may also notice that his fingers have already taken on that cold, purple hue... Just how stressed out is he right now?
"We're..."
Hyuna looks into Luka's gaze. His question should be easy enough to answer. They grew up together and spent a lot of time together. They knew just about everything they needed to know about each other. It had been the three of them.
His question should be so easy to answer, and yet, she falters. The path these two were on, she didn't want him to stray away, but she also did not want to break in the process.
So, she doesn't answer him. Maybe one day it'll be easy to answer his question. For now, she focuses on what he says next and nods.
"Yeah. You are." It was evident in the little actions that she takes notice of. "And you'll learn to be patient, too."
It wasn't his strong suit, but he can do it, she's sure. Hyuna sighs softly, and she pats the back of Luka's hand. "But if we're in it together, I think we can learn more about each other. Something new. Something we didn't get to learn."
She patted his hand. It was the first solid contact she'd initiated with him this entire time. She'd just brushed his fingertips before... His breathing picks up a bit, and he stares down at where their hands were just briefly connected. Just by a small pat, pat.
Was this his reward for listening? For hearing her words and responding thoughtfully? For not just trying to climb on top of her and cling like a koala? He blinks a few times, turning his attention back to her as he tunes back into her words. His expression softens a bit; he has a fond look on his face now.
"I'm very patient, Hyuna." I waited all this time for you— the unspoken words behind that sentence. He inches closer to her, juuuust a bit. Silence fills the air between the two of them for a few peaceful moments before he decides to speak up again.
"...Hyuna, will you tell me? Tell me about... your time outside." Outside of the garden. Outside of the stage. Luka still doesn't understand much of this whole being free thing, but he's particularly curious about Hyuna's time away from him.
It's a small curiosity. A tiny spark... He has a long way to go, but... Everything begins from there, was it?
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"Like me?" Hyuna repeats his question. She looks at him. Silver eyes on gold, and as if she couldn't frown any deeper, she even exhales a huff. "Luka," She begins and then straightens herself just enough to look him fully in the eyes.
"I don't belong to anyone. Not even you." Her eyes look over the horizon. While they sit, she can't see the full view below, but it's enough of a sight to keep her grounded and distracted.
"We're not pets. We're not just something anyone or anything can claim. That's............that's what I learned."
"I don't belong to anyone. You don't belong to anyone." Here, they were free.
Luka himself gives off expressions while Hyuna talks. He looks slightly displeased, confused. Hyuna really had grown since they were last together...
It's not as if Luka currently sees it as 'growth'. But when they were younger, Luka would spout off all sorts of things about Hyuna belonging to him, and the most she'd do was laugh it off or tell him he was a cutie.
We're not pets, she says. He wants to shift closer to her, seek her warmth, and ignore everything she just said. But they're in a different place now. She said she wouldn't leave him... Can he trust that? He doesn't want to be... alone.
He doesn't know how to exist without belonging to someone, as property. He believes that's how it all works. In this world, or rather- the world that they're from... You have to claim what you want. And he wants Hyuna. But she's saying it works differently here, so...
"What are we, then?" He asks, simply. He has finally stopped trying to avoid her gaze during the tough conversation, and he meets her eyes straight on. He is both comforted and frightened by her gaze. The last time she looked him so dead in the eyes, she... He places his hand, palm up on the ground, near her. For once, he isn't forcefully taking her hand or initiating contact. It's more of an invitation. "How long does it take to learn? I'm... good at learning. You know that."
“She.” Till corrects automatically, looking over the scratch. “Yeah, she got ya good… Not that you didn’t deserve it.”
He wipes away the drop of blood on Luka’s arm with a thumb, watching as another one wells up slowly and spills over. He does carry bandaids on him for times like these, or for when he plays his guitar too much, but honestly…
“You’re fine.” Till declares, letting go of Luka’s arm. Till knows this well. He’s used to scratches much worse than this. “It’ll stop bleedin’ by itself soon.”
He points his finger in Luka’s face, his tone taking on a lecturing quality to it.
“You’re lucky it’s not bad—she coulda bit ya, and that would’ve been way worse!”
Oh, he's all sorts of annoyed. The correction when he called the cat an 'it', the lack of care and sensitivity when it came to the injury Luka had sustained from Till's weird cat. And now he's being lectured? He almost lets out a huff, bringing his wrist closer to his chest again.
...
He turns slightly away from Till, angling himself so his arm is just out of Till's tired field of vision, pretending to be inspecting himself for further injury, pulling his sleeve up, and then he lets out a small noise. "Ah." He looks up at Till. "She did bite me. It's red and swollen here... and itchy." He starts describing the wound and the sensations, without presenting his arm to Till.
He is, in fact, a liar. He is lying. Spreading misinformation and falsehoods in person. He just wants to see if Till will fall for it and then feel bad for not inspecting him well enough- Luka might get a chuckle out of deceiving him, even if it'll take a two second glance across his arm to tell that he's not actually bitten.
"There you go" - he encourages Luka as he takes the candy, watching him for a second longer, almost as though he expected some immediate sign of improvement to appear on that pale face. "Don't move. I'll be right back." With that, he goes to fetch the glass of fresh water he'd promised.
He's still holding it when he returns, only to find Luka extending his arm like that. The gesture and the words that follow are so alien to Lyney that it takes him a few seconds to make sense of them.
"What're you talking about?" - he asks, letting out a quiet laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood. "A little water and some fresh air should do the trick... I hope. Otherwise, I'll have to find someone who knows a lot more about needles than I do to help you" - it was meant to sound reassuring, or at least that's the tone Lyney was aiming for.
"Here"- he holds the glass out to Luka instead. "There's more, if you want".
Should he go find something else for Luka to eat? He still looked exhausted. Whether it was the pale skin, the blank expression, or the monotone way he spoke, everything pointed to the fact that he wasn't doing well. Unsure of what else to do, Lyney kneels in front of him so their eyes are level. "You can stay here and rest for as long as you need. I... still have to go back onstage and finish the show. But how about this? We can grab something to eat as soon as I'm done. I won't be long, I promise."
Luka is drinking from the glass Lyney gave him, perhaps too fast- he's spilling all over. But he was fairly dehydrated, clearly! He is also relieved at the concept of not needing to be pricked with a needle... It may be more efficient, so he was told, but... He definitely prefers to intake his food and water this way. He seems rather content with the candy and glass of water, until Lyney mentions needing to go out and finish the show. His eyes widen a bit, and he completely misses the tidbit about going out to eat after the show— The show they were doing together? That he was apart of, too? If Lyney goes out and finishes on his own... Doesn't that mean Luka loses? He knows it's different here, in this world. It's been explained to him. But the fear of a loss has been too well ingrained into his mind, and before he has a proper response, one of his hands darts out to grasp at Lyney's wrist. He shakes his head rapidly, still swallowing his gulp of water.
"There's no reason I can't go back out there with you." And he gives a gentle, practiced smile. His face may be pale, and he's wiping the sweat from his face with his sleeves- but he has no issues switching this persona on and off. "Right?" His grip is rather tight.
Vivi already regrets not offering the stranger an actual hand. Thankfully, the rips is small, but it is still visible. She sighs. She'll have to find time to mend it.
His manners were atrocious. No sorry for ripping her skirt, no acknowledgement what so ever. Not even a thank you for the offer of a meal.
"There's a restaurant not too far down the block," Vivi says as she leans down to scoop up Gwen before the Eevee gets any ideas about biting the stranger's ankles.
"You can follow me, monsieur." She says before she starts heading to the restaurant.
A restaurant... He follows with a furrowed brow. Food is food, but he's not used to 'free feeding', so to say.
"...You don't need to check the schedule? For feeding?" He asks her as they walk along, he gaze settling on Gwen in slight curiosity. Make no mistake, he's not asking about the business hours of said restaurant. He's quite confused about the whole concept, and he's wondering if she's about to drop him off somewhere with a meal schedule that doesn't have him fit into it. Because he was fed so much less than the other contestants in Alien Stage, he was always fed alone, on a very strict schedule. It's routine to him, a different model doesn't exist outside of it.
"Yeah," she answers softly. "Yeah, we'll be figuring it out together. Learn and experience, together." His follow-up question has her thinking. Did she know how to just be? Did she know what it really was like to be human? To live life at its fullest?
Hyuna softly sighs and shakes her head. "I'm learning slowly. Since.....since leaving that life behind and becoming a part of the rebellion....I've learned what I could with everyone else there. I'm not there yet. I...I still have so much to learn, but I'll show you what I know. You'll pick up on things you may like that is just for you only and no one else."
They'll try and take it one step at a time.
You'll pick up on things you may like that is just for you only and no one else—
Luka gives another head tilt, whether he's contemplating or simply confused is unknown; but he does let a few moments of silence pass. "Something that's only for me..." He repeats, as if trying to grasp the concept she's talking about. There's really only one thing that he really likes that he considers only for him. "Like you?" Oh dear.
He really is trying. "I like Hyuna... and you belong only to me." He states it like fact- he's not trying to antagonize or say the wrong thing. That's just what his reality is. In fact, he seems a tiny bit delighted by the fact that he may have identified it. He's learning together with Hyuna... Right? He's doing it right, isn't he?
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If Hyuna wants me to be different...
Hyuna looks to him. Silver eyes at first linger on the strand of hair Luka rolls between his fingers, and then they meet his gaze. They're still glossy from the tears, but she has stopped crying for the most part. Her nose feels wet, still. However, that was it. She's exhausted. He's confused.
For once, it's almost as if they were lost together. Ironic when you think about it that way. With no stages to perform and compete against one another, it was almost like starting over completely. Except, with everything that happened, there was no rewriting any of it.
A dirty blank canvas that they can just paint over. Or try to.
She closes her eyes.
"I want you to know what it truly means to be alive. I don't want you to be anything else or change for anybody. I just....just want you to learn and experience what it's like to be."
He's watching her expressions as closely as he can, trying to see if he can decipher and understand just by looking... He's tilting his head again as she speaks those words. Like the meaning is so foreign to him he actually needs to wrap his mind around it, physically. Learn and experience... What does it mean to be alive? He furrows his brows a bit, the words bouncing around his mind. He's never had to live or exist without someone telling him how to do it... Luka was very good at following instructions. It's simply unfortunate that the instructions he'd been given all of his life were to mold him into the perfect on stage performer. A good little pet. Even now, he views himself as little other than a stray animal. That's why Hyuna being there is so meaningful to him- he has... no other meaning. Not yet. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do here. He doesn't even have any inclination to hurt anyone or win against them. There's no purpose.
A man who routinely found his identity on the stage, Luka is someone who only ever had the chance to assert himself by overwhelming his opponent with his presence. Off the stage, he felt... well, like this. Maybe. Aimless. Just waiting for the next round, for his victories, in between brutal and strict training sessions. Here... He was just waiting.
He decides to scoot closer to Hyuna, this time grasping at her pantleg instead of grabbing her arm or trying to wrap around her.
"You said you wouldn't leave me again..." He starts off, his voice low. "Are we going to do that together? Learn and experience?" He keeps even his head lowered, he isn't looking in her direction. Just staring at the ground... "Does Hyuna already know what it's like? To just be?"
Her body quivers as she sobs into her hands. Teeth biting against lips as she tries her damnest to hold back these tears. They keep coming; the noises she makes are almost so pathetic. She was usually someone who held it together. Stood tall, confidently. Nothing tore her down.
But what could she do? What could she possibly do when the only weakness was right here, and nothing she said seemed to have reached him? What did she expect?
So, she sobs. Memories of the garden playing like a little film behind her. She hears the laughter, and then she hears nothing.
She hears nothing but the sound of click, click--slide, slide, click-slide--slide-slide--click, and then a click, then soon followed by a final slide.
A hand loosens its grip from her face. An eye sees the Rubik's Cube. Completed.
She eventually reaches for the cube with her other hand. Hair covering her face, some strands stuck to her face from how wet it is from her tears.
You're amazing, Luka. There's nothing you can't do, huh?
She smiled for him then. To her, it had been so amazing.
She takes the Cube in her hands, but she doesn't smile. Her sobs are silent; they dance at her throat, causing her breathing to hitch and stutter. Causing those little noises to continue.
When she inhales, she lets it out slowly in short, drawn out exhales. Her fingers crushes over the small pieces over the Rubik's Cube and she sniffs.
"Luka," her voice is just barely above a whisper. Too quiet to hear. Though she trusts that Luka can hear her just fine.
"What are you going to do?" The question is rhetorical. She doesn't expect an answer from him.
What are you going to do?
Luka tilts his head, no words coming. For Hyuna to have such a big reaction... He lets out a soft sigh himself. He doesn't move closer, but he lightly grasps at a strand of her long hair, letting it fall between his fingers. He doesn't get why she's so sad. They're finally together, and there's no stage or performances. There's no stage or performances that risk their lives, here.
It's a simple thought. One that throws him into a confused state, and... at the same time, it makes him think. He was born for Alien Stage. He survived because of Alien Stage. Hyuna is the only thing that has ever made him feel alive. So, he speaks up. Still rolling strands of Hyuna's hands between his fingers, not looking directly at her. "If..." He starts out, unsure of himself, for once.
"If Hyuna wants me to be different..." He trails off. He doesn't know what to ask, or what to offer. What does she want from him? It's never crossed his mind.
"...How can I stay together with you?" - this is how he decides to word it. It's the only way he knows how to ask 'what do you want me to do'?
What does it mean, to live with love? Embrace the pain? It's something he's wanted to ask her. He never got the chance.
She'd like to be alone if that were even possible. To drown out her sorrow, her turmoil with alcohol and cigarettes, and a night life of fun. Do whatever she wanted to do that made her happy, even if it was temporary. Temporary happiness could be piled on top of each other until the next day rolled around, then she could do it ALL over again.
That would be ideal, but Hyuna knew better than anyone that she couldn't afford to do something so reckless and foolish. Not while she was here and certainly not while she was there.
The hand that attempted to shield her from Luka falls uselessly to the ground, fingers digging into dirt as she continues to let her body do what it needs to.
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and her nose feels runny. A reaction from the tears in her eyes. Her body trembles.
I'm here, Luka whispers, and he leans in closer. She barely registers the movement of his hand on her back.
"It--It-It was a bad idea t'bring...." Those dirtied hands now rises to cover her face. She's sobbing.
"Shouldn'thavebroughtyouhere.....this is fucked.we'refucked."
Perhaps it was easier then, back on stage, for her to say all what she had said to Luka. ALL that, only to end up here....She was pathetic, and Luka.....
well, how could she help him if she couldn't even help the others? How was Luka going to learn the things he needed to when they all didn't have a guide on the how?
It really wasn't often that Hyuna showed emotions like these so openly in front of Luka. Of course, she was very expressive in all of the ways Luka wasn't, couldn't be. Even Luka himself failed to notice the fact that Hyuna was often suppressing so much of what she felt. Perhaps Luka has an inability to fathom it, even if Hyuna faced him with it. She's sobbing in front of him, speaking nearly incoherently. His initial thought, his first instinct... He reaches out to grab at her wrist, certainly she needs his grounding presence right now? But... His hand gets almost to her wrist, and he falters. Not out of fear, it's not quite hesitation... He pulls his hand back from her, and instead of squatting next to her, he sits down in front of her. He doesn't quite lean on her, but he's tilting his head towards her as he watches her sob. He doesn't say anything. He just reaches into his bag, pulling out a small object. Moments of Hyuna sobbing filled the silence as Luka fiddled with something. There was a series of sliding-clicking noises coming from his direction. Aaand... finished.
The Rubik's Cube he'd been allowed to keep once he came here. He'd gotten it fixed recently by a kind stranger... He slid it towards Hyuna. He didn't nudge her, or say anything to grab her attention. Simply moving the solved cube into her field of vision. He's hugging his knees to his chest now, resting his chin on his arms as he watches her. His expression remains mostly neutral, almost... hopeful? The Rubik's Cube always made her smile when they were little...
As children, it was what they did. Make flower grounds, run in the wide garden field laughing and staring up at the stars at night, pointing upward at them and talking about big dreams. That was in a past life. That life was no longer something that existed. It only existed in its memory.
Yet.....
Luka can just pull a flower from its stem and place it in my hair like it wasn't just alive a few seconds ago.
The way he treated people was just like that. No thoughts behind their lives.
That was no fault of his. It was just the conditions that they were all dealt with. Death was inevitable.
He's content.
She is not.
In fact,
"Luka---," She wheezes out his name. She feels sick to her stomach, in fact.
It's almost as if it is a late response to seeing Luka initially. As if everything that she tried to keep checked and locked was beginning to RUPTURE out from its tightened chest. There were padded locks, chains, the key was thrown into a river, and yet it felt it was about to burst right open. Her mouth feels so watery.
The panic rises up again. Those words that refuse to leave her block whatever wants to come up from the pit of her stomach.
"I think I'm going to be sick--," She warns. It is the only warning she gives him before she's moving a little too roughly, places a hand out to shield her away from Luka, and by the edge of Savior's Respite, she chucks up the breakfast she had hours ago. Only liquid. Liquid that smelled awfully like alcohol and cigarettes.
This situation is something Luka is not emotionally equipped for. Not in any way that would be helpful to Hyuna. He only has time to widen his eyes slightly before Hyuna is turning to vomit. So sudden. He hadn't picked up on any signs that she wasn't doing well.
So, naturally, his instinct is the exact opposite of what Hyuna needs. Despite her attempts to create a distance, he still approaches behind her. She's bent over and heaving, and he's crouched down next to her.
He places a hand on her back, giving a 'soothing' stroke. She'd done it for him many times when they were children. If he didn't feel well, or he'd had a particularly rough day of training. The sight of what she was spewing up had no impact on him. He couldn't be grossed out— it was Hyuna. He may not understand why she's in this state, at all, but Luka couldn't imagine even one thing Hyuna could do that would gross him out or put him off.
"You're okay..." Almost shushing her. "I'm here." Leaning in closer, another soft stroke across her back— unknowingly, he must be making things worse for her. Every word out of his mouth must be personal torture for her.
In her peripheral vision, she sees Luka looking at her. She has no way of knowing what his mind was like processing the view in front of them, but knowing Luka? It probably was okay. He wouldn't know how to choose, and therefore, his eyes would automatically look to her. And he smiles.
He smiles like that all the time when he looks at her.
...
Stop that.
Stop looking at me like that. Stop smiling like that.
Words betray her, and they simmer and snuff outright at the pit of her throat. Refuse to leave those words out in the open for Luka to hear.
"Luka..." But he tugs on her, and he lowers himself to see the flowers closer.
You know, maybe this was a bad idea from the start. You're an idiot, Hyuna.
She blinks, the question not unheard, but remains unanswered. "We're not at the garden, Luka. Look at the view with me." And don't focus on me. Focus on the view?
Words she wants to be able to say, but they once again stay stuck. Damn. It's as if what she wants to say, she's worried it'll come out wrong.
"Primrose," she says quietly.
"Primroses are my favorite flowers."
Luka settles into his squatted position on the ground, staring intently at all the different kinds of flowers. He was sure there were primroses here, probably. He's scanning around to see if he can find any. He'll pick them for her— rob a plant of its life just to adorn his most beloved person with its beauty. This was how life went.
With no particular luck pinpointing a primrose just yet, he reaches his hand out towards the many flowers in front of them, plucking one random flower from its stem. He turns towards Hyuna, letting a soft chuckle out as he reaches towards her with the flower in hand. Tucking some of her hair behind her ear, gently, he places the flower in with it, giving an impossibly soft smile as he admires this particular view. His preferred scenery. "It was a pointless question," He notes, turning his gaze away and back to the field of flowers, and he leans against Hyuna. "Hyuna's prettier than all of these flowers. They'd all look nice on you."
In his hands, he's holding onto a strand of her hair. He's content.
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Somehow, she isn't surprised he wants to see the flowers. She hasn't been to Savior's Respite, but she's heard of it. Heard the stories of how pretty it is over there and all the flowers that bloom in that place.
She doesn't know why she mentioned it when it fills her up with hesitation.
Is it gonna remind me of the Anakt Garden?
If this is a question she asks herself, then why did she even bring up Savior's Respite?
She sucks in a breath between her teeth. She could really go for a cigarette...OR even something to drink. How about both? She looks to Luka and nods, "Yeah. Let's."
And so, here they are....
At Ana---At Savior's Respite.
It isn't as large as the garden. She expected it, and somehow that makes it a little better. The view is breathtaking, actually.
Luka stares out blankly at the scenery before him. There's lots of colors. More than there was in the garden— more than he's ever seen in his life, honestly. And yet, his expression remains neutral, as he sees no reason to get particularly excited, or experience being emotionally moved. His expression remains neutral. Until he looks at Hyuna. Her face is harder to read, especially for someone like Luka, but... She seemed to enjoy the view, underneath everything, maybe. It was only at that point did he smile, too. As if taking his emotional cues from her.
Without the tools to properly process his own emotions, he simply ignored them. His perception of reality was popping back and forth- their uniform white outfits, sitting all by himself while the other children played...
The first time Hyunwoo approached him. Then Hyuna. He pushed it all aside, tugging downwards on Hyuna's arm as he lowered to the ground to take a closer look at the flowers. "Which ones does Hyuna like?" He asks, not turning his face towards Hyuna, focused solely on the flowers.
If Hyuna looks closely enough, she'll notice that he's mumbling numbers under his breath as he waits for her answer- he's counting the flower petals to ground himself.
" I'm just saying these are completely different products... " Eiden sighs. He can't argue him there but he is sensing the guy's missing something integral there.
But 30?! Seriously?! He looks way younger... But also kind of pale and ill.
" Ah, yeah, we specialize in custom orders but... " he pauses as he watches him lean into the Gigantica Plowess Exercise 2026.
" Look, I'm not doubting you're adult, I'm just wondering if you know what these are actually used for. You wouldn't be the first one to not know so... "
He glances at him for a longer time now. The sweat and all...
" Are you feeling alright? "
"I know what a toy is." He answers as he reaches out to poke at it, curiously. Sure, he knows what toys are... Generally. But he definitely has no idea what this contraption is used for. He ignores the question on his health, turning his head back towards Eiden after a few more pokes at the Gigantica Plowess Exercise 2026.
"I know what toys are, but... What game do you play with this one?" It's quite unlike any puzzle he's ever been supplied with, but after all the culture shock he's already received since coming here, he doesn't find it strange that there's toys or puzzles that he wouldn't know how to use.
He's not prepared for the reply he's going to receive, though.
