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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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[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.]

I daresay you like this more than sex.

[Let's not go overboard, now. Asch is determined not to blush.]

I prefer one with the other.

If you say so. [Time to rinse your hair, princess.]

Don't believe me? [Purr, that feels nice.]

I'm just picking on you. [A few bowlfuls of water later and his hair is suds-free. Guy wrings it out gently.]

You're always picking on me. I think you enjoy it too much.

Maybe a little bit. Should I stop?

You can't stop, you'd get bored.

That's so generous of you! [Guy shakes the water from his hands and stands to retrieve a towel.] But I think you've been in here long enough. What say we get you back to bed?

[Asch scoffs faintly - at the generous bit more than anything else - and nods, shifting to lift himself up out of the tub and sit on the edge.] If I get sick from this you'll just tease me more.

I might not this time. Besides, I might take the opportunity to tease you, but that doesn't mean I want you sick. [Guy attempts to find a non-girly way to wrap up Asch's hair and fails.]

[So nice of you to try, Guy. :|]

So your teasing has conditions?

Of course it does! [Out of the tub, you.]

And I assume you'll brush it off if I ask for specifics. [I'm out, I'm out D|]

Of course not. I pledged my honesty to you.

Hm. [There's a pause as he considers this, and then:] ...You don't always have to be honest, Guy.

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