[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.

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[dissonates]

[Curse you and your confusion attacks! Asch's weakness!]

That would be giving you too much credit.

[prismshards]

[ Hah! Why should Luke be the only one going "Huh?" ]

I'd like to take this opportunity to point out you're criticizing a seven-year-old. You're not winning points anymore by belittling me.

[dissonates]

[Well, they do share those stupid Fabre genes.]

....

[Well shit, he's got a point there. Not that he can really admit it, but.]

[prismshards]

[ Must have gotten them from the Duke. ]

Let's give ourselves a little credit. We don't have to fight, and we've gotten a lot better at being childish --and before you protest, yes, you have been! With good reason, I might add.

[dissonates]

[Most likely. Momma's not a Fabre and she's smarter than people think. |Db]

What, you want to start getting along now? Make friends and get all cozy? [Which is half of what he's got with the current Luke, but hey, who's admitting to that.]

[prismshards]

[ Mother is really the one running the household, after all. XD ]

Never said that. I'd settle for not bickering like a couple of spoiled siblings. [ He won't think less of you for not being such a stick in the mud, Asch. Promise. ]

[dissonates]

[She's got awesome-pants on under all those robes.]

Hmph.

[Which can be vaguely translated as "maybe." Possibly with a side order of "if you don't annoy me, which is unlikely."]

[prismshards]

[ And possibly a Fabre tamer hidden beneath her hat.

And we're very sort of possibly okay, not really that sorry, but you're getting a humongous hug about now. And cleverly pinning both arms down, we might add. ]

[dissonates]

[That woman is a genius.

Also kasjhdkjshfkjdf WHY IS THERE HUGGING, WHY IS A REPLICA HUGGING ME NOOOO CALM HAS BEEN DAMAGED.]

Wh-what the hell!? Replica, get off me!!

[prismshards]

[ Wowsers! Who knew that anyone in their right mind could go off like a massive fonic explosion from something as simple as a friendly hug? Unfortunately, the more he yells, the more the replica clings for dear life. WE LIKE BEING PSEUDO-ALIVE, OKAY?? ]

It's just a hug, Asch! Geez, take a chill pill and quit freaking out!

[dissonates]

[You're going to get an original beatdown in a minute, you.]

In case you hadn't figured it out, that's exactly what's pissing me off!

[He is an angry bitter rage machine and he does not like hugs, dammit. Not at all. Not one single itty bit. Really.]

[prismshards]

[ Okay, so perhaps he overstepped the friendly-boundary with his original by a step or two. Or ten. But it's the thought that counts, right? This is a Catch-22 if he'd ever been in one; Asch wants him to let go, but if he does that, Asch still might turn him into mincemeat. ]

D-do you promise not to beat the crap out of me?!

[ He'd believe that, except Natalia could probably get away with it. ]

[dissonates]

[The replica is using his head, oh my.]

The sooner you let go, the more likely it is that you'll survive.

[Yeah, she could. And Guy, too. And mom and dad. Okay maybe some hugs are acceptable. >_>]

[prismshards]

[ He tries! ...it's still a new experience for him. Letting go and jumping away now! ]

Truce! Truce! No harm, no foul, yeah?

[ Give it up, Asch. You like them. ♥ ]

[dissonates]

[So he's slightly less inexperienced now! Ohoho.]

...Fine, whatever. Just don't do it again.

[That depends on who he's getting it from.]

[prismshards]

[ ...not even going there. The replica has had his share of abuse for a while. Though having survived hugging Asch gives him a dangerous sense of accomplishment. That was scarier than facing Van! ]

You might not have liked it, but I thought it was pretty nice.

[ Point. He'd never want one from Dist, that's for sure. ]

[dissonates]

[Clearly you should have hugged him in Eldrant after you royally kicked his ass. He'd have been in a grand mood then.]

There was nothing nice about it.

[It was uncomfortable and annoying and asjdsksf. Also: ew, Dist hug. No.]

[prismshards]

[ If he had tried that, Asch would have ripped him a new one bare-handed and then Auldrant really would have been screwed. ]

It was warm.

[ A stark contrast to how the Asch he knew had last felt. See? Not so bad after all! ]

[dissonates]

[But it would have been kind of awesome. In a morbid Game Over way.]

What? That's a stupid thing to say.

[And Asch is a little clueless about the whole "I carried your corpse" thing.]

[prismshards]

[ The whole screen would be covered in replica red with "And he was never heard from again..." scrawled in the blood. ]

Just because you don't understand something doesn't make it stupid.

[ He wouldn't have it any other way. It's bad enough the memory haunts him. ]

[dissonates]

["You Are Dead", Resident Evil style.]

...

[Asch is getting the feeling that he's missing something he probably doesn't want to know about, so he'll just shrug carelessly and look away.]

Fine, think whatever you want, I don't care.

[prismshards]

[ Possibly with "Dreck!" somewhere. ]

I might have died of shock if you did care.

[ He'd like nothing better than to give Asch another hug to make up for lost time, but risking death once per day is his limit if he can at all help it. ]

[dissonates]

[A fitting end for a death by the hands of Asch the Bloody.]

Maybe I should fake it next time and finally be rid of you.

[What if he smiled? Would that be enough of a shock?]

[prismshards]

[ Good luck prying his lifeless, cold hands offer your person, though. ]

Are you even capable of faking what it is you're feeling? You're as easy to read as an open.. book...

[ Enough of a shock for Luke to brake completely and just stare. Hold on, he needs a closer look to make sure he's not imagining things... ]

[dissonates]

[Oh dear, and then the Oracle Knight replicas would burst in to find Asch trying to wrestle off himself. Now that is messed up.]

...What the hell are you staring at?

[What is that look, replica, you're weirding him out more than usual.]