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[Early in the morning, Asch is by the section of trees close to the river outside House 5, standing in the snow in just his uniform, holding the Key of Lorelei. He seems fixated on whatever it is he's doing, namely holding the Key tip-down into the snow, both hands on the end of the hilt, eyes closed as he focuses. Every few moments you might catch a slight glow around him, little more than a flicker before it fades.

Talk, harass, troll, lurk? He's open for bothering, though he won't like it. |D]

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[Guy gives Asch a bemused look, but stands and heads out to go collect his tea.]

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[Asch flops back against the pillows and waits, hands shifting to clench at the sheets instead, mentally counting off. Just a minute, it'll only take a minute.

You're not going anywhere.]

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[Guy takes a moment in the kitchen to give Asch's actions, words and expressions some thought, as if he can figure out everything that's going on just by giving it a few minutes to process.

No grand epiphany comes along though, so he's out of luck. Damn.]

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You're not going anywhere.

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It's not the same.

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It's fine, it's -fine-.

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...Guy!

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[Tea's not finished, but-

Hurry hurry.] Yes? Asch, what is it, are you okay?

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[...What even, why did he do that.

Seriously, why? He can't even think of a proper response.]

...Sorry. Forget it.

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[Faint smile. Guy has an idea as to why.] All right. I'll be right back.

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[Asch just nods, keeping his eyes averted once again. Now you're just being pathetic.

...But Guy came, anyway.]

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[All right, this time he's coming back with tea.] Sorry I took so long at first.

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[Asch has more or less settled down, though he still feels kind of foolish for calling out like that.] Don't apologize.

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Too late! [Guy holds out Asch's mug for him to take.]

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[Rrm. He takes the cup gratefully, though, sipping lightly at it.] So how long do you expect me to stay in bed this time?

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Well, not very long. I'd like you to stay the rest of the day, but I'm not that stupid.

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We'll see. [Sip sip. This is nice tea.] Maybe I'll cooperate to get better treatment.

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Hey, I treat you very well. Make you tea and everything.

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You're a bully.

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I'm a concerned pseudo-guardian.

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...Which is the exact same thing.

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That depends on your point-of-view.

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Alright. From my point of view, it's the same thing.

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Unfortunately for you, your point-of-view doesn't count right now. Sorry.

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...Hey. [It does so.]

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Those're the breaks. [Nope. Guy's opinion > Asch's opinion, sorry.]

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So you're a control freak, too.