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Asch is wandering around the village a bit, looking for a good spot to practice some artes without killing anyone, maybe get some thinking done somewhere other than at home. He's not in any particular mood, good or bad, so if you're lucky you'll catch his good side. His journal is open since he's checking a folded map he's got attached to it, so if you're lucky, you might hear him muttering a bit.]

...so the lake's... further west from here. Damned trees turned me around...

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[Guy is perfectly adept at making compromises, punk. You're the one that needs toe work.]

[..... Yeah, true. :|;; But at least he's making the attempt...?]

[That's definitely progress.

Guy slides his free hand beneath his hair, stretching with a content sigh.]

[Asch glances over at him at the sound, then shifts a little, resting shoulder to shoulder with him. He's never been good at the whole PDA thing - he wouldn't want to see it if he wasn't involved, so why would anyone else? - but there's nothing wrong with getting cozy.]

You know, [Guy murmured, lips quirking up into an amused smile, though he didn't move otherwise] we're doing exactly what you didn't want to do out here. Lazing around.

[Asch blinks at first, then lifts a brow, taking note of Guy's expression. Teasing bastard.] If you'd rather fight, I don't have any objections.

Nah. I'm fine here.

...Me too. [Especially after the last experiment, whatever it was. Too much running around accomplishing nothing, too reminiscent of how he used to live. It's nice to have a bit of relaxation time.]

If we lay out here much longer though, we'll probably catch something. [Note how Guy is not moving.]

We'll probably get sunburned long before that. [Note how Asch isn't either.]

I won't. You might, though. [Guy gives Asch's pale arm a little poke.]

Probably. I get that from Mother. [Princess Pale Skin herself. Yet another thing he got from one of his most favourite people ever.]

Her Grace is pretty pale, but that's usually how Kimlascans are.

It comes from sitting around indoors playing with fonmachines while the Malkuthians are out in the sun.

There is nothing wrong with sitting outside and playing with fonmachines. [Guy says this with the tone of a petulant child.]

You're such a hopeless dork. [Amused Asch is amused.]

The fact that I go outside cancels out any dork I might get from fonmachines.

No, the fact that you take them outside with you just enhances it. [Shrug.] If I ever claim my inheritance I'm giving you Belkend.

Don't joke about that Asch. [Because ohhhh, Guy wants it.]

I'm not joking. It's Father's territory, and I hate it. I don't want anything to do with it.

[Ohhhh he wants it.]

I- you can't. There's political ramifications, and-

You can just give a piece of Kimlasca away.

Either you take it over or I dismantle the entire fonic research department.

Asch, Belkend is Kimlasca's most prominent research institute. That'd be economic suicide.

Considering the security and searches I'd put each and every lab and researcher through, they'd all want to move to Sheridan anyway. I refuse to allow illegal research like fomicry in my territory.

[Ohhh. Guy understands now.]

...Asch, I'm not so sure after what happened with Van that people would touch human fomicry again. I mean...I know Malkuth at least is keeping an extremely tight watch on any and all fonic research. Not to mention that with the dwindling availability of seventh fonons, nobody would have much luck trying anything to begin with.