[while that's not too far off the mark, what with Seventh fonons being that of sound and memory (Luke would never be able to explain why those two correlate with each other, but whatever), but to be described as feeling like music... only makes him feel just a little better about being a replica. ever since finding out just what he is, he'd always put himself down, always thought of himself as nothing but a replacement (much to the chagrin of his friends), but to be told that he feels like something pretty like that only makes him feel a but more content with who and what he is.
he also can't hide the slight surprise on his face; Raphael also has the ability to manipulate matter? there are so many things he's curious about when it comes to the him, but with the hand on his thigh and the thrumming coming from the touch, that thought is quickly banished, replaced with a sudden need for more. letting out a shaky breath, Luke lowers himself down onto his elbows, not being able to keep himself up any longer, his eyes trained on that hand]
But you're not... A Seventh Fonist or a replica... [that, he's sure of. but still... just how...]
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[while that's not too far off the mark, what with Seventh fonons being that of sound and memory (Luke would never be able to explain why those two correlate with each other, but whatever), but to be described as feeling like music... only makes him feel just a little better about being a replica. ever since finding out just what he is, he'd always put himself down, always thought of himself as nothing but a replacement (much to the chagrin of his friends), but to be told that he feels like something pretty like that only makes him feel a but more content with who and what he is.
he also can't hide the slight surprise on his face; Raphael also has the ability to manipulate matter? there are so many things he's curious about when it comes to the him, but with the hand on his thigh and the thrumming coming from the touch, that thought is quickly banished, replaced with a sudden need for more. letting out a shaky breath, Luke lowers himself down onto his elbows, not being able to keep himself up any longer, his eyes trained on that hand]
But you're not... A Seventh Fonist or a replica... [that, he's sure of. but still... just how...]