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[It's been a few days since Asch and Luke were split, and someone's finally recovered enough to wake up. There's a lot on his mind, but the first and foremost issue he takes care of, upon finding his journal by the nightstand, is:]

...I need something to eat.

[After which he starts flipping through the journal to see what he's missed, since he'll be damned if he's going to fall out of bed and crawl to the kitchen for it.]

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You're a tease. There's a difference. [And he recognizes that now! Be proud!]

I don't think I'd tease about that, though. [But he IS proud.]

And here I thought you'd joke about practically anything.

Not about this. [Guy doesn't offer any more than that, just bringing up some more water to Asch's shoulders.]

... [Asch hums a faint agreement, stretching his legs out and snagging the soap to wash off more.] ...I should probably know better.

Why's that? Have I made myself abundantly clear on the boundaries or something?

I know enough to make educated guesses.

Asch, you make it sound like I come with a manual.

...Hm. Guy the Fonbot, maybe? You'd probably enjoy that.

[brb fantasizing]

[HE KNEW IT.]

That would be great.

Only until someone took you apart.

Do you really think someone would? Do you think they'd upgrade me? [He actually looks rather excited by the prospect.]

If they're as crazy as you, maybe. But your model would be pretty hard to improve.

Now you're just sucking up. [Guy needs a cup or a bowl or something so he can get your hair wet, Asch.] Be back in a second.

[Asch watches him go, vaguely amused, then glances down to get a look at his body while he waits. He's been somewhat worried about the effects of sharing a body with the replica and then forcibly ripping the dreck out of him, but he hadn't had the chance to examine himself properly since he'd been asleep.]

[It doesn't take Guy very long to come back with aforementioned bowl however, and by the time he returns he catches that grave expression on Asch's face.] Asch?

[Asch glances over as Guy returns, attempting to conceal said expression so Guy has less to worry about. Cue the classic This Is My 'Everything' face.] Yeah?

[You are so full of it, Asch.

Whatever; if he doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't have to. So Guy just kneels beside the tub again and dips the bowl into the water.] Nothing. Can you sit up, or do you need help?

[At least he's still just confirming things and not hiding some terrible secret |Db

He nods and uses the sides for support as he sits up more, straightening his back.] I'm alright.

[Guy hums in acknowledgment and starts the long, arduous task of wetting Asch's five billion miles of hair.]

[Asch closes his eyes as Guy works, enduring (read: enjoying) the hair-washing process. He really can be such a princess about his hair.]

[And Guy knows he loves having his hair washed and brushed and cleaned and mess with, so he's going to do his best to suppress a knowing smile and massage the suds all throughout his scalp before moving down to the hanging locks.

...good God Asch has a ton of hair. What even.]

[You love that ton of hair, you can't deny it. :| Asch starts leaning during the hair massage, and has to tighten his grip on the sides to keep from falling back when Guy moves to the rest of it. He mumbles something, half a curse, half an appreciative comment.]

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