| [When Luke appears, he looks a little... haphazard, perhaps. Like he hasn't done his hair quite yet, like he hasn't totally dressed for the day. Right now, he doesn't feel like it. Not when the huge apartment suddenly feels so empty, not when he has to say what he doesn't want to say or accept.
Still, he reaches up to tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear in a nervous fashion, and he can't seem to look at the SFC.]
Hey... this is Luke.
I know a lot of people around here know Guy. Guy Cecil, I mean. Well, he... I think he went back to Auldrant. Or... [Or wherever someone goes when they disappear, and their names aren't on the network anymore.
He presses his lips together as he glances further, to a few items on the table.] He left a few things. Zelda, Zelos? If you want them, just stop by. I've got them here.
... I'm sorry.
[He's trying not to feel angry. He's trying not to take that wine glass and smash it against the wall in something like a temper tantrum. So instead, he just holds a pillow against his chest and glares down at the floor. How could he leave?! He knows he couldn't help it, but - dammit...] |
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