[waking up in any unusual place is cause for alarm on a good day, for Luke. waking up in an unusual bathroom is enough to cool the aurorian's blood, bright blue-green eyes darting across the area as he pushes himself to his feet.

naked. unarmed. without even his mask as comfort, let alone his butterflies. clawed fingers curl as he takes in his surroundings, the long, darkly coloured chitinous digits clicking faintly with the movement. where is he? it doesn't feel like Umbraton, even before his attention drifts to the Watch wrapped around his wrist.]

... how troublesome. [his gaze turns back to the surroundings, toe-claws tapping against the floor as he steps forward. there's no other option, after all.] Hello...?

[navigating mazes is not as difficult for someone like Luke as it might be for others. for one, he has an excellent sense of direction and a knack for avoiding dead ends, cultivated by a life of mercenary work. he's not particularly looking for a partner, but it's not unreasonable to see him in his dumb yellow track suit, moving with such purpose, and follow him toward the centre of the maze itself. should someone make enough noise that they might be heard, his attention will shift a little even while he doesn't stop, eyes narrowing (probably sight unseen).]

... You may as well reveal yourself. It isn't hard to hear you back there.

[ah, this is bliss. really. to say that he'd been elated to see butterflies in the conservatory would be a bit of an understatement, chitinous segmented fingers turned upside down to let a few butterflies alight on the long claws tipping each. for a moment he's quiet, brows furrowing at some unheard something.]

I see... that seems a bit troublesome. Please, don't remain on my account.

[is he... talking to the bugs? yes, yes he is. nodding his head, the aurorian lifts his hand to let them go, lips pressing a little more firmly together at the pollen left behind as a thick coating of dust on his fingers. this, he supposes, is the source of their troubles... pressing thumb and forefinger together, the mercenary examines the resulting shimmer on his fingertips. were this in Umbraton, he could only imagine the nefarious purposes it would have been bred for...

... honestly, it's probably not much better here, but at least the people in general seem a little more... upstanding than that dark underworld city. taking in a thin breath, pollen coating everything too thickly to not be alarming, he... starts forward, rather than back. there are potentially butterflies in danger, after all, and if this horrid pollen has something to do with their lifespans being cut short, so help him—

he can be found, thereby, in various states of reason; Luke is quite exceptional at controlling his expressions and his body, but the longer he's here, the more agitated he'll feel. eventually, he'll just find himself forced to take a seat, possibly around the flowers glimmering with nectar, trying to shake off the heavy feeling of his instincts.]

[when you live life in a city that is basically the entire Underground, the importance of funds becomes something of an ingrained issue. so, it's no surprise when the cheerful message noise appears on his Watch that he... decides to go through with it. sure, he may express his displeasure in the way of a deep frown, but that doesn't mean he's going to press no. there's little doubt in his mind what the "game" is going to entail, given the sheer number of toys strewn about the conservatory here, but sometimes one must do things one isn't particularly pleased with in the name of progress.

so he'll choose either options two or three, and stare blankly at the words that appear on his display for a moment before exhaling a sigh and turning his gaze outward. once he's found someone who seems... unoccupied and not too skittish, he'll make his way toward them, brushing fingers through his hair as he walks.]

Pardon me... would you be willing to assist me in completing this... game? I will, of course, offer the same in return. No exchange should be expected to be one-sided.

[Luke's voice is a little stiff, a little proper, but maybe that's just how he is. or maybe it's just the circumstance that's making him come off a little cold, arms crossing lightly over his chest.]

[if nothing here fits, please feel free to plot w/me or roll out a starter of your own! Luke can be a little cagey and blunt, but he's generally a good guy. if someone's suffering from hanahaki he'll be likely to help, and I'm down to plot something with pretty much any of the other prompts as well. he'll be happy to help people with their Game prompts even without his own, as well, though he's a bit of a shrewd customer when it comes to making deals and seeking advantages. just mercenary things. also yes, he can in fact speak to butterflies in particular... and if there are butterflies anywhere he will absolutely flock to them, and be quite taken with anyone who doesn't seem afraid of them. totally normal guy, really.]