The male moogle blinked as he felt the head on his shoulder. Beyond that, however, he didn't react in...well, any kind of negative way. No, instead, he glanced over. He'd seen humans doing that, before, and he'd always wondered what it was about. It...felt kind of nice, actually. Mimicking something else he'd seen done, he puts a paw against her back, innocently curious what that would feel like, as well.
Well, Luke wasn't thinking Gaara represented the light, per se -- more like, he'd brought light into his life. While he wasn't a weak person, Luke had the ability to dwell on dark thoughts. He had the ability to feel sad, lost, empty, afraid, and...outright depressed, sometimes. Replica, or not, he was a human. A person. He had feelings, and they tended to hit him intensely.
Whenever he felt something...he felt it.
So, when Gaara had met him, Luke had just come from a place that had knocked him down, a few notches. He'd come from a place that was near-opposite to the place they met in. Really, they had met in a time in which the replica was recovering from a lot of things -- things he'd still yet to truly resolve or work out. There was no time for that, currently...at all. They had to figure out where they stood in Crystallis, and then figure out what they needed to do...
For the moment, though...just for a moment...
He wanted not think about anything, like that. As for him behaving shyly, he was kind of shy. It was because he was more insecure than he let on, at times. He doubted himself, more than he liked to admit. The smirk caused a faint fluttering in the pit of his stomach, and he glanced away. When he heard the next two sentences, Luke blinked. Green eyes shifted back to Gaara's face, "What? ...Well."
Reaching up to scratch at the side of his face, his brow tensed. He hadn't thought about that, honestly. Sure, he'd read up on things, in that Saeng Seong library, but he'd still been left with questions. After his short pause, he shook his head, "Gender...isn't what's important, to me. What matters, to me, is that it's a person that cares about me, as much as I do about them. I need someone who will stand by me, no matter what...and isn't afraid to tell me when I'm being an idiot."
He gave a soft laugh, at that last part...though, there was a tiny hint of a self-deprecating sound within it.
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Well, Luke wasn't thinking Gaara represented the light, per se -- more like, he'd brought light into his life. While he wasn't a weak person, Luke had the ability to dwell on dark thoughts. He had the ability to feel sad, lost, empty, afraid, and...outright depressed, sometimes. Replica, or not, he was a human. A person. He had feelings, and they tended to hit him intensely.
Whenever he felt something...he felt it.
So, when Gaara had met him, Luke had just come from a place that had knocked him down, a few notches. He'd come from a place that was near-opposite to the place they met in. Really, they had met in a time in which the replica was recovering from a lot of things -- things he'd still yet to truly resolve or work out. There was no time for that, currently...at all. They had to figure out where they stood in Crystallis, and then figure out what they needed to do...
For the moment, though...just for a moment...
He wanted not think about anything, like that. As for him behaving shyly, he was kind of shy. It was because he was more insecure than he let on, at times. He doubted himself, more than he liked to admit. The smirk caused a faint fluttering in the pit of his stomach, and he glanced away. When he heard the next two sentences, Luke blinked. Green eyes shifted back to Gaara's face, "What? ...Well."
Reaching up to scratch at the side of his face, his brow tensed. He hadn't thought about that, honestly. Sure, he'd read up on things, in that Saeng Seong library, but he'd still been left with questions. After his short pause, he shook his head, "Gender...isn't what's important, to me. What matters, to me, is that it's a person that cares about me, as much as I do about them. I need someone who will stand by me, no matter what...and isn't afraid to tell me when I'm being an idiot."
He gave a soft laugh, at that last part...though, there was a tiny hint of a self-deprecating sound within it.