[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]

[That's how it is, dreck D| ]

I'm not afraid of fighting you.

[prismshards]

[ You set such a bad example, Asch! B| ]

You should be. I kicked your ass once and I can do it again.

[dissonates]

[STOP DREAMING UP FANTASIES ABOUT MY SCREWED UP LOVE LIFE.]

I could say the same to you.

[prismshards]

[ THE REAL THING IS PROBABLY TEN TIMES WORSE. ]

You wanna repeat of Eldrant, huh?

[dissonates]

[...Probably, yes. |D]

Don't tempt me.

[prismshards]

[ Luke doesn't have much imagination when it comes to romance; he'd think Asch doesn't know how to kiss. ]

Anytime you want!

[dissonates]

[Oh Luke. So naive.]

I see no reason to wait!

[prismshards]

[ He likes being that way. Kissing is gross enough as is. ]

Hope you don't mind getting hurt!

[ If he's lucky-- yeah right-- then he'll be able to just knock Asch out real quick. ]

[dissonates]

[Poor little virgin replica.]

Like hell I will!

[Yeah that's bloody unlikely, sorry.]

[prismshards]

[ Well, it's obvious getting some hasn't loosened his original up any, so it can't be that great. ]

You wish!

[ Makes sense given it's him we're talking about. Don't mind Luke trying to put his fist in your face, Asch. ]

[dissonates]

[He's a lot nicer to Guy, at least? |D and he's had his moments with Luke. ...Sometimes.]

Hmph.

[Asch won't mind at all, considering he's dodging it. He does, however, get snippy.]

Don't start a fight inside the house, you dreck!

[prismshards]

[ WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU, ASCH. 8'D Can't get too friendly with the replica; he might never hear the end of it. ]

Oh? Since when did you care about furniture?

[ Just to be an ass, Luke prods a lamp until it wobbles precariously for a moment. ]

[dissonates]

[Behave yourself, dreck. B|]

Hey, don't touch that!

[No, he's not a house husband at all.]

[prismshards]

[ If you're still willing, Luke will be happy to snatch said lamp up in both hands, holding it like some kind of prize. ]

Touchtouchtouchtouch~

[ Go get your apron, Asch. We'll wait. ]

[dissonates]

[...This is ridiculous. Asch just glares at him, not moving.]

You're acting like a child. Stop that!

[prismshards]

[ Yes, yes it is. This is the most fun Luke's had in his post-dead life. He gives it a light toss, catching it. ]

Well according to you, I am a child. ...Afraid I'll drop it?

[dissonates]

[That teasing bastard.]

I'm not afraid, but of course you'll drop it.

[prismshards]

[ You know you love it, Asch. ]

Oooor maybe it's Guy you're scared of. He can be pretty intimidating.

[dissonates]

[MOST DEFINITELY DO NOT.]

Why the hell would I be scared of Guy?