[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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[prismshards]

[ HE SURE IS A PAIN IN LUKE'S. AND HIS NAME IS ASS Which Luke does, falling back into the wall and still coughing from having the air pressed out of him. ]

S-sorry...

[dissonates]

[HIS NAME IS ASCH GET IT RIGHT DRECK Asch huffs quietly for a moment, then glances over his shoulder, torn between annoyance and... well, something else rather difficult to read.]

...Why didn't you just let go?

[prismshards]

[ ASCHLEY~ He makes a feeble gesture with a hand, the other acting as a support while he climbs back to his feet. It's surprising that he didn't get nailed for that stunt. ]

Couldn't. My arms were stuck...

[dissonates]

[IT WOULD BE LUKE IF SOMEONE HADN'T STOLEN IT Luke already getting hurt is enough punishment for now, so he steps back as he gets up.]

Then you should have said so.

[prismshards]

[ IT WAS GIVEN TO HIM, FOREHEAD DRECK After brushing off his clothes and straightening himself out, Luke offers him a lopsided grin. ]

Didn't think of that.

[dissonates]

[STOLEN. STOOOOOLEEEEEEEN Asch scoffs and looks away.]

I think you know my response to that.

[prismshards]

[ BY A NEWBORN. DOESN'T HE FEEL LAME Luke comes over, giving Asch a pat on the back. ]

You try to think straight with someone mashing your lungs into oblivion.

[dissonates]

[NO, JUST PISSED Asch bats his hand away.]

I thought just fine with three swords in my body. Think about that.

[prismshards]

[ LIKE USUAL That's enough to make Luke pause and frown at his original. ]

You're also a soldier who's been through more than I have.

[dissonates]

[IT'S A COMFORTABLE EMOTIONAL STATE Asch shrugs.]

Call it training, then.

[prismshards]

[ YOU DON'T LEARN ANYTHING WHEN YOU'RE COMFORTABLE, ASCH Luke will be hovering near him. Will not hug. ]

So it shouldn't surprise you that my mind doesn't work the same way yours does.

[dissonates]

[THAT'S HIS PROBLEM NOT YOURS Asch ignores him as best as he can.]

Are you expecting me to smile and nod or something? What do you want?

[prismshards]

[ YOUR PROBLEMS ARE OURS, DEAR ORIGINAL♥ Which can't be easy, now that he's trying to look him in the face. ]

I..

[ What is he after? ]

Something I'm not sure of yet.

[dissonates]

[WHATEVER HAPPENED TO "I'M NOT YOU" HUH Asch is nothing if not tenacious.]

Leave me alone until you figure it out.

[prismshards]

[ WE'RE NOT YOU BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE CAN'T BE CONCERNED Cockroach, meet cockroach. Luke's own tenaciousness knows no bounds. ]

Being with you will help, I just know it.

[dissonates]

[H-HE HAS NO PROBLEMS, STOP WORRYING Luke is rewarded with a glare, as usual.]

That's unbelievably stupid.

[prismshards]

[ IF THAT WAS THE CASE, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE YOUR TIGHTS IN A BUNCH ALL THE TIME He hadn't expected anything less, but it never hurts to hope. ]

Is not! How else am I suppose to figure it out unless I spend time with you?

[dissonates]

[NO NEW PROBLEMS MAYBE? Hope is a thrill oft killed by original thought processes.]

Try doing it on your own time.

[prismshards]

[ ...THAT'S A BIT BETTER Thankfully Luke has an eternal well of hope lodged somewhere in his brain. ]

That's what I'm going to do.

[ "--by hanging out together!" is left unsaid but implied. ]

[dissonates]

[SEE YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY NOW Which is why he annoys Asch to no end, probably.]

Finally.

[You're lucky Asch isn't telepathic all the time.]

[prismshards]

[ WE ARE! Asch can only take so much positiveness before he ODs on it. ]

And when I figure it out, we'll both be happier!

[ If he were making use of their connection, he'd have been able to avoid having Luke latch onto his hand with both his own and beam. ]

[dissonates]

[He's already reaching his limit. Any more and he might explode.

...There is a hand holding his. Why.]

...Don't make me say it again, replica.

[prismshards]

[ Because he's got a cling wrap replica. Asch is very static-y. Luke blinks, unaware that the bomb he's clutching might go off any second. ]

Hmm? Say what again?

[dissonates]

[Timer is ticking down again.]

I said get off me!

[prismshards]

[ Rapidly, I might add. Luke backpedals at the shout, both hands raised to block any potential blows. ]

I wasn't on you!