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Who: Asch and Luke
What: Asch is determined to make sure Luke is less of an insult to his name... by forcing him to go to school, whether he wants to or not.
When: Monday, March 5th, starting at 5:30 in the morning.
Where: Luke's room, and then on the way to school.
Warnings: Replica abuse, probably some swearing.

Asch slipped out of his room, closing the door as quietly behind him as he could, as if he were afraid the slightest little noise would wake up the person across the hall. That was ridiculous of course; half of the world could fall, and the dreck would still probably sleep through it, the damn pampered noble. Still, he wasn't about to take any risks, going so far as to practically tiptoe the short distance across the hall, not wanting to give his replica the chance to escape before he got to him.

Safely on the other side of the hall, Asch reached into his pocket, pulling out an extra room key he managed to get from the staff. Sometimes looking exactly like someone else was a good thing, though he couldn't believe the desk clerk at the time actually believed him when he said, "His hair grew fast," when asked why his hair was so long. People would fall for the dumbest things.

He unlocked the door, carefully stepping into the dark room and closing it behind him with a soft click. He paused a moment to allow his eyes to adjust, before quietly stalking forward to where the dreck lay in bed...

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You know that Luke isn't a very light sleeper. If anything, he didn't hear Asch come into his room just then. Which could be very, very dangerous on his part, because he took out the barricades from his room, and now anyone with the key, or anyone that kicked down the door could enter his room and kill him.

Course, he figured and trusted that no one would come in there and kill him. So there he is. Soundly asleep; elegantly snoring.

Asch stopped just at the side of Luke's bed, frowning to himself. Okay... now how was he going to wake the idiot up? He could shake him awake, but that wouldn't be much fun. He could try and stab his pillow, but... eh, Natalia would yell at him for attempting to kill him. So what to do...

A slow, evil little smirk worked its way onto his face as an idea dawned on him. He checked the other side, before crouching down, slipping his hands under the mattress.

If this didn't wake the dreck up, nothing would.

"Wake up, replica!" Asch grunted, pulling up with all his strength to flip the mattress over.

FACE. MEET THE FLOOR --

Luke had been having a good dream until he felt his face meet the floor of the hotel. That woke up him almost instantly, and he blinked away and jumped up quickly to see what the hell just happened to him and why his face met the nice floor.

Only to be greeted with ~~the rooster~~ Asch The Bloody standing there. Looking like his normal, jackass self.

Luke wasn't sure he should have been angry, or how he should have reacted. To be honest, he's still trying to get off his drunken sleep remnants so he could give Asch a few words of wisdom.

"Why would you do that?!"

Asch let the mattress fall back onto the box spring, looking incredibly smug as he stood up straight.

"It was the only sure way to wake you up that I could think of."

He paused his smug gloating a moment, glancing around. Spotting Luke's coat, he grabbed it and threw it in the replica's face.

"Get dressed, and put a comb through that mop you call hair," he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

"You know, there's a more normal way to wake me up."

Ah well. He couldn't do much about it, now that he was already on his feet and looking extremely annoyed at this point. The sun wasn't even up, and Asch just forcibly woke him up. That jerk.

And then his jacket flew in his face and he wasn't even prepared for that, he was so tired.

"You're one to talk, Asch. It's your hair." Mr. MY HAIR GROWS FAST. Either way, Luke follows Asch's orders and walks over to the bathroom to neaten his hair like it would on a good day.

Too bad it was flying all over the place.

"Quit complaining, dreck."

Asch waited with strained patience, checking the clock in the room every now and then. He wasn't exactly sure when schools started; he'd never been to a public facility himself. But it was the best thing they had on this world, because like hell he was going to try and tutor the dreck himself.

He frowned when Luke came out with his hair still looking like a bird's nest, grabbing him and trying to smooth it out.

"You're hopeless, you know that?"

You know, he often heard the residents here get up 2 hours later if they were going to school. This -- This was too much. It was already bad enough that he couldn't see anything, and it just seemed dead outside the hotel. On top of that, he was too tired to even complain at this point.

Hell. His hair isn't even important right now. He just wants to lay down in his bed and sleep and why the hell is Asch playing with this hair.

Making a face, he reaches up and lightly tries to bat Asch's hand away.

"You don't have to do that. It looks fine."

Yes, but see, he planned for this. He knows you have to get registered and evaluated, and he thought he saw uniforms mentioned somewhere. Plus he's going to walk your ass right into the school building so he knows you'll go, and making sure his contact information goes on that papers, so if you do something stupid -- because you always do something stupid -- he'll be notified about it. He's guessing these things are going to take awhile, and he's bound and determined to make sure Luke doesn't miss a second of school.

"It looks like a rat calls it home," Asch snapped, finally beating it down to something that resembled normal. "Hn... I guess that'll do."

"Why'd you wake me up so early? People here usually don't wake up to go to school until a few hours."

Luke was definitely making a face at this point. It's not that he was mad anymore, he was just really confused. Also, why did Asch suddenly care about his education?

"Because, I'm not giving you an excuse to miss a single minute of school," Asch stated, drawing back to give him a good look over. Dear Lorelei, his clothes were ridiculous; he almost hoped the school had uniforms, or would at least force the idiot to buy a t-shirt.

"Your tutors let you get away with skipping out on your education," he continued, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out, "but I refuse to let you get away with it. If you're going to be my replica, and if people are going to keep mistaking us for one another, then dammit, you're at least going to have some kind of education!"

Don't mess with his swag, Asch! Either way, Luke doesn't say a word. Just because he really had no choice in this, and he really didn't want to hear Asch's yelling voice at who the fuck knows what time. All he knows is that he heard his bed calling for him, and he wanted to turn back around and sleep.

None the less, Luke followed like a good little puppy. "Alright alright. You don't have to yell."

He will mess with his "swag" if he wanted to, dammit! That outfit was completely ridiculous!

"The only reason I yell is because it's the only way to get it through your thick skull."

Out of the room, down the hall, into the lobby. The clerk on duty that morning just happened to be the clerk he had bullied the key out of. The man looked back and forth between the two of them, and at Asch's smirk, threw up his hands in frustration.

"My brain and I can hear you just fine."

Luke looked at the concierge with a confused expression at his frustration. Is that... how Asch got in? That would be the only way that he could think of, after all. Because he didn't remember himself giving Asch a spare key of some sort.

"Did you use some lame excuse again to get the key?" He's calling you out bro.

"Don't be ridiculous, dreck. I have my resources."

Translation: Yes.

"Hurry up!" Asch snapped, continuing toward the door. "I'm not in the mood to drag you to school!"

"My hair grows fast."

That's right. He used that card. He'll never let Asch live it down either, because that excuse was just terrible.

"Then why are you taking me? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you care."

Asch let out an awkward sounding, "Ghk!" his back suddenly tensing up. H-how the hell did the dreck know that!? Did he use that excuse in the future or something?! How embarrassing...

He let out an aggravated noise, forcing himself to calm down and propel his feet forward.

"Of course I care, dreck," he snapped. "I care that someone that looks like me is going around acting like an idiot."

HAH. He knew it! He knew it! So that's how this schmuck got his hotel key! Not that he minded or anything. He would have just let Asch in if he asked him nicely. Or just asked him in his Asch ways.

"At least I have better excuses." It's something that he will never let die. No sir. "What about you? Don't you have to go to school, too?"

"Of course not," Asch replied. "I'm too old, and I already have an education."

He paused, turning to Luke then, giving him a pointed look.

"You're physically too old, but you hardly have much of an education. Hopefully they'll be smart and put you in slower classes."

Special education for you, dreck. And you're going to like it.

"You're not too old. From what I heard, you're at the age where you still need to be in school." :| Suffer with him.

Asch frowned at him over his shoulder as they walked. He didn't look like he believed that for a second, but... whatever.

"Whether I'm too young or not, one of us needs to support the three of us. That's going to be me."

"What do you plan to do?" For some odd reason... Luke felt more and more like they were starting to become a family. Er. A very odd family, but that was okay.

"Work, of course," Asch replied, as if that were obvious. "I don't know what I'll do yet, but hopefully it'll be enough to support us."

"Say, Asch..." Luke lingered in his words. "If you're going to work, and I'm going to school... Does that mean Natalia gets to do the cooking?"

Asch stopped dead at that, his face paling at the thought. After a moment he let out a loud cough, shaking his head.

"N-no... no, I can manage the cooking too."

"You know that Natalia isn't going to let you, right?" Hell. At this point, even Luke would do the cooking even though he wasn't as good as Asch probably is.