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[dissonates]

The drink's called "Going Merry".

And since Guy is back at Good Spirits, I'll leave the mixing - and the prize - up to him.

Thanks for the suggestions.

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[YOU WERE DELIBERATELY BREAKING FONTECH RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS EYES. That's like kicking a puppy or clubbing baby seals in Guy's book.] So who's the winning candidate?

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[It was a love-tap to test you. Chill.] I think her name was Nami.

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[...to test what, it's fontech. Like Guy would've refused even if you weren't torturing it.] Oh, Nami? Excellent, she's pretty nice.

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[To test how much you'd spazz, naturally.] She was alright. [Kind of invasive. Women, honestly. 8|]

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Ha ha, did she get on your nerves or something?

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[FIDGET.] N... no. [Sort of.]

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She so did. [Guy says this with a smile as he sinks down to sit on their -Asch's?- bed, fiddling with his new toy gleefully.]

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Shut up. [It's spoken more or less without the usual venom behind it, and he sits back down in the chair, leaning back.] Should I leave you two alone?

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You might want to. This could get kind of graphic.

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That's disgusting.

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Then why're you still here?

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This is my room, remember?

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I guess you're just out of luck then. [And Guy- yes. Dives beneath the covers of the bed with the fontech.]

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[FFFFFF] Guy, what the hell are you doing!?

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Nothing. [He's really not doing anything; there's a love for fontech and then there's an illicit love for fontech and Guy has the former. But it's fun to mess with him, especially as payback.]

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[AUGH GET YOUR DIRTY MACHINERY OUT OF MY BED. Asch stomps over and yanks back the covers.] Stop that!

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Are you jealous? You can join us.

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I am not jealous of a chunk of metal. I just don't want you to get motor oil in my bed or someting.

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There's no motor oil in this model Asch, please.

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How the hell am I supposed to know that?

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[Imitating Asch's cranky voice.] "I'm Asch and Jade said I was good with fontech, blah blah blah and I know how to do everything. Ha ha ha Guy, you stand there while I mess around with this thing."

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I never said I could do everything! Especially not with fontech! And I don't sound that stupid.

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Asch you have two options. [Guy crosses his ankles, laying on his back and tinkering with his fontech.] You can kick me off the bed and I can refuse to satisfy you until I feel less slighted, or you can take the initiative and distract me from my new toy.

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[There is a long pause as Asch gives him a look that's a mixture of exasperation and "oh, right". Finally he steps over and sits heavily down on the bed beside Guy, lifting a brow.] Is distraction even possible at this rate? [You look pretty far gone. D|]

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It becomes less plausible as time passes. [OH MY GOD THIS PART IS REMOVABLE.]