007 [Voice]

[cakeblocked]

[Luceti, you're about to hear a very nice singing voice.

A very nice singing voice with a simple plea.]

I~ think I need some help. ♪

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[soreplaceable]

[Oh, hey. It's that replica who looks like Asch. Unfortunately, Ion's been a little different lately, so he's probably not the sort of help Luke is looking for.]

Why are you singing?

[cakeblocked]

[At the moment, there's some clattering of pots and pans as Luke tries to get everything ready for supper. That sounds like Ion, although... slightly different for some reason. Luke can't really put a finger on it, though.]

I-I can't help it. [DEEP BREATH BEFORE HE CAN HELP IT-] Experimeeeeent! ♪

[wasreplaceable]

[As if this place wasn't weird enough... what the hell was going on over there? "Ion" responds flatly:]

Maybe if you tried writing instead of talking, we wouldn't have to listen to it.

[cakeblocked]

I'm too busy to write, I-

[And he happens to get a glimpse of the journal. There's another clatter of one of the pots crashing to the ground, and then in a perfect G-note-]

SYYY- ♪

[EXCEPT NOT. He claps his hand over his mouth, growls to himself, then starts again.]

Sync?!

[Voice]

[mirrorbirth]

[He is so. Tired. Of. That. Singing. 8|]

Couldn't you just write it?

[Voice]

[cakeblocked]

I'm too busy to write right now. ♪

[Asch can't be as tired of it as Luke, though, who just wants to bash his head against the wall to make himself snap out of it. Instead, he just clears his throat and makes sure he isn't gearing up to sing before he talks again.]

I'm trying to cook for everyone here.

[Voice]

[mirrorbirth]

It's not like you're the only one who can cook. ...I don't even think what you do can be called cooking.

[Voice]

[cakeblocked]

I'm a lot better than some people. [NOT NAMING ANY NAMES...]

... H-Hey, uh... You think- I mean... Do you want to help me out?

[Voice]

[seleniahymn]

[... As a child it was cute, but since when does Luke sing wut.]

Help with what?

[Voice]

[cakeblocked]

[a;fsd;j Tear. Why her of all people? Luke lets his head hang back with a rather musical groan before he tries to work again. How embarrassing...]

Taking care of Guy and Asch. They're both kids. ♪

[Voice]

[seleniahymn]

[Because his luck just rolls that way! Did he really just sing that last word?]

Wait, so now they're children? [And Luke was caring for them?]

[Voice]

[cakeblocked]

[Yes he did. Luke would rather tape his mouth shut, but it's hard to write for advice when one's trying to get ready to cook, as can be heard by the clattering of pots and pans.]

Yeah. Asch is from... back then, and Guy's... I don't know, four or five? You know how Asch always is around me, and Guy... cries. He cries a lot. [He's more astounded than annoyed by the last statement, really, even though it really does happen way too much, not that Asch helps matters.]

[justicereigns]

With the singing? Because I've got nothing.

- Tarantara. [Sings that himself, "tarantara" being part of the song.]

[cakeblocked]

I hate to say it,
But if it involves song
I'm starting to think
It can only go wrong. ♪

[... DEAR LORELEI NOW HE'S RHYMING.]

[justicereigns]

Tell me about it.

Looks like you've got it even worse than me. At least you're not dancing?

[liketofu]

[And though not under the effect of the experiment at the moment, she sings back, somewhat teasingly-]

How~ can I help you? ♫

[cakeblocked]

[You are so mean, Rise. Because Luke totally thinks you're affected too.]

You're singing too much, too~? ♪

[liketofu]

[What he doesn't know won't kill him.]

Hmm well, just a bit~! ♫

[cakeblocked]

I'm starting to think
This whole thing
Is just a big... stink! ♪

[SLAP. Face meet palm. Now he's rhyming and coming up with the worst lyrics ever.]