"What the HELL?"

The voice may or may not be familiar, but someone is clearly upset. The air around Luke is hot and getting more and more humid as time passes. He's standing outside a shop and digging through his pockets, looking for something. "Where's my money?!" At least he knows he needs money, which may not be apparent from his long unruly red hair. He's learned all about spending and saving by now! Especially here, but his wallet seems to be gone and with it the money he'd actually EARNED while taking a few of the tasks off the board earlier in the week. He probably just left it at home, but that won't be important to Luke until he remembers it. For right now, the air is starting to sway in the heat around him as he gets more and more frustrated.

"Someone took it!"

Hey! Someone pay attention for a second.

[Luke pulls his amulet out of his pocket and sighs a little. It's not like talking to someone through his thoughts is odd to him, but the idea of it just makes him think of Asch and makes his head throb a little in phantom pains that piss him off. The last memory he had of home was waking up in Yulia City knowing that Asch had gone off with all of his friends and everyone but Mieu and Tear had abandoned him, so the memory hurts... a lot. Which, depending on how much someone is paying attention, is being conveyed over Luke's thoughts for a split second before he shakes it off and rubs the side of his head a little.]

I'm hungry, let's get food or something.

[He doesn't want to be alone right now, and food is a good excuse.]

[The technology here really suits Luke, because it's about on par with Auldrant's own even if it's a little more advanced when it came to communication and other things like that. What he really cares about is that they have records and music and sounds and that's so important to the young teen. As someone who spent most of his life trapped inside his own home, listening to what the world outside sounded like had been an escape for Luke and he loved it. He couldn't get any of the records he had back home in his room, but the ones here in the shops were almost as good. Fonic sounded a lot better being sung, after all, so nothing could really compare to it. Recently, Luke's discovered portable music here in Empatheias so he's sitting outside with his headphones on humming along as he just enjoys it. The air is calm around him and warming up nicely this time, even producing a few sparkles around him. Someone might catch him singing along, but he'll only be embarrassed if they mention it. For now, he's busy ignoring everything else in favor of these "tiny records".]