GODLY AUDIENCES: LUKE FON FABRE

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[Wait.

Wait. Was that weird? Was that a weird thing to say? His eyes open again, suddenly strangely aware of his situation.

Was this weird? Was he being really weird?]

Uh.

In a good way.

[Idiot!!!]

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[Unable to help being startled, Ion pulls back, but only enough to look at him properly, so his arms are still at Luke's sides. Even with the surprise on his own face, Ion breaks out in a smile, and then a laugh.]

Is...that so? Can I ask how?

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[this. this was his fault. 100% the stupidest thing he could have said. dumb. idiot.

...

he reflexively reaches one hand behind his head, scratching it nondescriptly, face slowly turning red.]

Like a... like fresh laundry?

[he groans as soon as he's said it, covering his face with a hand.]

...Could you possibly just forget I said anything at all?

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Nope. I'm afraid I'm taking that with me to the end of time.

[He's arrived: Ion, sassy edition. He laughs again, bowing his head as his shoulders shake in mirth.]

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[He groans again as soon as Ion refutes him, shaking his head.]

Arrgh! Just don't tell anyone, okay?!