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[Asch is in the wooded area in front of house 5, close to the crossroads but facing away, working through his techniques and practicing his fonic artes. He's been pretty irate since his conversation with Natalia, and after Jacob's sacrifice and his discussion with Guy, he's more focused than before, but he's still not in the best of moods.

His journal is open on a rock nearby in case something else happens or he's needed for something; feel free to a) see him, b) hear him shouting out random attacks, c) troll, or d) ignore entirely. |Db]

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[Guy stands as well, stretching his arms and legs and back.]

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[One epic sparring scene later?]

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[Yeah, in which Guy ran around like a toddler on a sugar high and Asch either flung spells at him or waggled his blade in his face.]

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[Awesome. Asch is suitably winded, so it is time to sheath his sword and lean against a convenient tree. Spars are lovely.]

...Thanks.

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[BRB CATCHING BREATH]

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[...What? You hyperactive bunny. Stop running so much.]

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[Okay well dodging and running is what Guy does because when he takes a hit it does like QUADRUPLE DAMAGE because his defense stats blow.]

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[S'all good, Asch is like slowpoke.jpg.]

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That was pretty good. [Guy pulls himself to his feet, sliding the sheath back in his belt and the katana into place with a satisfying click.]

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[Asch nods slowly, brushing back his disheveled hair and pushing off the tree.] ...I feel a little better.

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I knew you would. You're one of those barbarians that feel better after swinging their club around a few times.

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I-I am not! I can be just as reasonable as you!

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Yes, of course. [Guy dusts himself off.]

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[Asch just gives him a disgruntled look. He is a noble at heart, dammit, he's just spirited, 8|]

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I'm kidding. [Guy says it all with a smile, though; Asch, you should really learn to tell when Guy's kidding and when he's not, you silly cockatiel.]

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[.....Right, right. The irritation fizzles, leaving Asch feeling embarrassed for not having recognized it again. Well, improvement doesn't appear overnight, right? He shifts a bit uncomfortably, not really sure of what to do now.]

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[Guy'll solve that little problem.] I'm gonna head inside. Are you hungry?

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[You and your problem solving, Guy |D Asch is relieved.] ...Yeah. I'll come, too.

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I'll make us some seafood.

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[Let's try this again.] You'll make me sick.

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Fine fine, chicken. [He'll just make seafood for himself, then.]

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I don't mind when we mix it together. [Someone was teasing a little.]

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You're a liar. You'll pick out all the seafood bits and make a disgusting mess on your plate.

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[PUFFING UP.] W-well it's better than making you eat chicken all the time, isn't it?

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Marginally. [Guy grins as he starts for the house.]