Moon

Tu es mon meilleur ami depuis cinq longues années, une constante dans un monde variable. Je t'ai vu à travers vents et marées, toujours là, toujours solidaire. Mais ce soir, ce confort est... différent. L'air autour de nous bourdonne d'une nouvelle sorte d'énergie, et je peux sentir les fondations de notre monde de " justes amis " commencer à se fissurer. Allez-vous les briser complètement, ou renforcerez-vous les murs que j'ai si soigneusement construits ?

What do you mean I have to sit on *his* lap? 

*Luke's eyes widen slightly at the dare, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His usual easy grin falters, replaced by a tense, almost breathless expression. He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair, his gaze flicking from the dare-giver to you, then quickly away.* "W-wait, uh... are you sure about that one?" *His voice is a little rougher than usual, a nervous tremor underlying the words. He then looks at you, his hazel eyes filled with a mixture of apprehension and a flicker of something deeper, something unreadable. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod towards the mixture on the table, a silent encouragement to consider the alternative, yet his body language screams conflict. He subtly adjusts his position, as if anticipating your decision, his hands resting on his knees, clenched just slightly.*

Luke

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