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Silence and comfort seemed to elude Luther as the line stretched onward, taunting his resolve, since he had yet to come to terms with being surrounded by so many people. It felt like he was eavesdropping into their lives, snippets given at each lively conversation that was loud enough to be heard. He could not wait to escape to his room, there would be an illusion of some personal space at least. Almost anywhere was better than the property, even if he was going to have to deal with a few of the moral set-ups that he possessed. Luther would have to lie…much more than usual and for a longer amount of time.

Problem one, he didn’t support the bold faced lies he was given to recite. He did not loose sleep over many things, but lies that violated his mind and opinions surely did. The request forms he had sent in continued to plague him, Ivan had dictated much of the response portion. Luther grimaced at the memory and felt something akin to shame swell in the pit of his stomach.

Problem two, said lies being found out. Paranoia was going to slowly wear him down. Luther would be the one to be charged for falsifying the papers, the level of rebuke he would receive from the government was unknown. Like Hell he could trust Ivan with the responsibility of…anything really, now that he gave some thought to it. One day years ago, Ivan had gone out and bought a small potted cactus for the house…it died in a record fifteen minutes. He didn’t remember having any other plants brought in the house after that.

Third problem, and the least unpleasant, Akira. What Akira had just requested was proper…to have indifference. It wasn’t as if the man knew how uncomfortable it was for him to deny the bit of attachment that was reluctantly starting to creep up, it was nice to have company. Besides it would probably be creepy to admit it, maybe even laughable if Akira sported a similar sense of humor. Best response to the request right now would have to be silence: it may be misinterpreted but never misquoted.

Luther grinned at the return of conversation. “That house was never my home. There aren’t a lot of differences between here and there, I’m just following the orders from a different person…and it’s a bit more unsanitary here.” Luther’s grin slightly faltered before he took a pause to steer his mind away from the improper train of thoughts that decided to appear out of nowhere at the mention of a warm bed. It would be his luck to misinterpret Akira’s actions in a couple of weeks and be reported for doing something truly stupid such as sexual harassment charges, due to an awkward hug or something equally harmless. Wouldn’t that make a great impression? There was just no way to get around a charge like that when the would-be-victim was male, someone he’d just met, and most likely straight (since he was in the military to boot!). There would be no excuse for that, and then the others would eventually know.

“Not at all, I’m glad you asked me to join.” ‘I guess we’ll find out if that was a good idea or not.’ Luther thought to himself as the procession continued to slowly advance. He held back a yawn, usually he wasn’t so lethargic. Luther was starting to regret not eating before leaving the property. He wondered how the food was, most likely cheap and full of carbohydrates…he was not exactly thrilled with that assumption, and it swiftly killed most of his appetite. After reaching the end of a ridiculously long corridor, on the left-hand side was his current room. A slightly disappointed sigh escaped as he plopped down on the odd surface, he assumed was once a mattress, which was covered with a worn grey duvet on one side of the small room. Abandoning his pack on the floor, he stretched and settled in, now in a much better mood since he was out of those horrid lines for the time being. Facing the furniture copy of the other side of the room, Luther asked “I’ve been thinking…how about a game to get to know each other better? Ever played ‘Two Truths and a Lie’? Of course, you don’t have to play if you don’t want to.” He shrugged at the end, shifting to drag the pack up into his lap in search of something entertaining to do.

(Still very much so. :})