[Accidental Voice]

[dissonates]

[There's two voices- one is obviously Asch, and the other is too muffled to hear.]

-ing out to investigate. I told Natalia to stay inside; you should do the same.

[A pause.]

...I am not sick. I already rested enough.

[Pause.]

I'm not a kid, so stop acting like my mother.

[...]

Wh- you are not "as good as she is", shut up!

[Pause.]

Goddammit, Guy.

Comments

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Best of luck weathering the crowds, Asch.

[dissonates]

I could say the same to you.

[prismshards]

...I doubt you have a creative bone in your body, Asch.

[dissonates]

[Whoa, dog, settle down. He shuts the door and follows her, crouching down.]

I know. There's too many people here.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

I managed the trigger-happy kid with the tank, I'm sure it won't get any worse.

[ffff]

[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[It's not that she's afraid or anything, it's just... weird. And unsettling. Seeing the BFFs again was very nice, but how did they get here and where are their wings?

Plus she just wants to be left alone sometimes.]

[dissonates]

You should think twice about insulting my body, replica.

[dissonates]

[Yeah, it's not scary. Irritating for him, more than anything else. He gives her head a good ruffle and gets up again, going back to... whatever he was doing. Is she hungry? Maybe she's hungry. HE'S SUCH A BAD HOST.]

[prismshards]

Yeah, yeah. You don't even know for sure if we look that much alike.

[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[Food will make you an awesome host. She watches him for a moment, then gets up and starts to walk after him. Are you getting something to eat? Huh?]

[dissonates]

[That sounds kind of horrifying.]

[dissonates]

What the hell are you talking about?

[dissonates]

[Well, maybe. He needs sustenance if he's going to go investigating and such. He looks down expectantly, though. You want something, then ask for it.]

[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[But staring is her way of asking! Her paws might shift a little.]

[prismshards]

Whatever it is you're talking about!

[dissonates]

We're perfect isofons, remember? Your body is exactly like mine!

[dissonates]

[Oh, fine. You always want the same thing anyway. D|

He heads for the icebox and takes out some coldcuts for her devouring pleasure.]

Don't choke or anything.

[prismshards]

Then how come our hair is different, huh? And your face is scarier!

[dissonates]

Maybe I dyed my hair in Daath. You have no way of knowing.

[prismshards]

[ SNERK.]

Unless you were a creeper in Yulia City, you don't know for sure either.

[dissonates]

Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see you.

[prismshards]

Spying on your replica in the shower? That's just low, even for you.

[dissonates]

That's disgusting. How about in Choral Castle, when it happened? Idiot.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

You should listen to Guy. He knows lots of things.

[prismshards]

Asch. I'm teasing you.

...but do you honestly remember what it was like when I first was made?