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[dissonates]

[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.]

Comments

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[dissonates]

No grand revelation about your new lot in life?

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Doesn't look like it! [Pillows into pillowcases, then a quilt atop all of it.]

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[dissonates]

[Asch glances over, watching him finish, then shrugs and pushes himself back to his feet.] Probably better not to think about it anyway.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

No need to psychoanalyze every aspect of my personality, after all. [He tugs the quilt back for Asch to climb into bed.]

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[dissonates]

Why not? It seems like a hobby you enjoy. [He's getting into bed, though. He's already tired of walking around.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy tucks him in.] Too much of a good thing...

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[dissonates]

[Like a fussy mother, honestly.] I'll take your word for it.