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[dissonates]

[There's a little boy poking at the journal and flipping through it. He's rather curious and clueless about it, trying to figure out exactly what he should be doing with it. After a moment, he picks up the pen and starts scrawling lines over it, like he's trying to write but can't quite form the words.]

....?



[ooc: Asch doesn't hate the Luke currently in Luceti anymore; he does, however, hate replicas and the fact that his own replica stole his life. Thus: he's currently baby!replica!Luke, with the memories of being Asch but no real recollection of how to use those memories. Come try to talk to the baby?]

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Mmm... [Asch squints, peering carefully up into the tree branches. After a moment, a bird flutters by and lands in the nest, and within seconds there's a chorus of cheeping.] ...Mama!

[...Oh god that was retardedly juvenile, why is he a stupid replica.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Fff you mean CUTE. Guy ruffles Asch's hair, watching the mother bird flutter about her babies.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch blushes, but watches with him, torn between irritation and fascination. He does, however, lift a hand to grip Guy's pant leg.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

You know where we should go? Down to the bazaar. There's bound to be something to occupy our time with there.

[Action]

[dissonates]

...Bazaar... [Oh, right, the stores. Sure, let's go there. Asch nods idly and starts tugging him away from the house. LET'S GO ON AN ADVENTURE.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Asch is really getting into this child thing. This will make for some awesome blackmail memories later.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[You horrible, horrible man.

...Ah well. Asch is having fun anyway.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Good! That's the goal of this playing thing, after all, that Asch has fun. Better to take his mind off of being a replica.]