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Natalia's gone.

[It's early morning; between Natalia's sudden disappearance and Guy's little event-related affair this past week, Asch is officially in a shit mood right now, and has entered that oh-so pleasant "leave me the hell alone" mentality that he's so fond of. Thus, he's left the house and wandered off to walk along the river along the western side of the village, heading for nowhere in particular - his only goal is to get out.

If you're willing to handle his bitchery, feel free to strike up a conversation or meet him en route. He's armed but for once not dangerous, just moody. |D]

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Not over these.

[dissonates]

Then it'll have to wait.

[You'll have to fight for it, Guy, sorry.]

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All right. [And Guy is going to go outside and sit on the front step to wait for Asch to come home.]

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[Might be a while; now that he knows what to expect, he's going to take his sweet time.

Eventually, though, he trudges his way back through the woods to their house- which is, once again, housing just the three of them.]

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[Guy's got his legs drawn up, arms around his knees and chin resting atop them as he waits for Asch to come home. He doesn't move when he spots him in the distance, just following him with his eyes.]

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[Asch pauses when he sees Guy there, watching him warily. Just what is he supposed to say? This whole week has been a huge mess.]

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[Guy looks up at him, probably with the expression of a kicked puppy.] Can I talk to you yet?

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[....Good grief, what a face.] I said you could, didn't I?

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I didn't know if I'd waited long enough.

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Waited for me?

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Waited for you to be okay with seeing me.

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[...This is sort of bothering him, so-] How long have you been out here waiting?

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...since we talked on the journals.

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[Asch pauses for a while, staring at him. Finally he scowls, gesturing towards the house.] Get up, you can say what you have to say inside. Idiot.

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[Guy glances at him, but instead of standing he turns to take to a knee before Asch, his elbow on his raised knee and his head down.]

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Wh- [Asch gawks at him, eyes widening.] What the hell are you doing?

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Welcome home. [Guy doesn't say it, but his tone does.

Master Asch.]

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[....]

Guy, will you get up already? This is ridiculous.

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[Guy does after a moment, patting Asch's shoulder with a faint smile as he heads inside.

He doesn't get it yet, but he will some day.]

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[Asch stares after him for a moment, then follows him in.]

Did you get up because you wanted to, or because you were ordered?

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I got up because it's cold outside and my knees hurt. [Guy heads to the kitchen to make them tea.]

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[Asch doesn't argue with him, following him into the kitchen and sitting down. He doesn't have anything to say, so he'll just wait for when Guy's ready.]

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[It wasn't really an order anyway, so it didn't count. Guy puts the water on to boil and grabs a couple mugs.] Hungry?

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[Asch shakes his head.] It can wait.

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Can wait for what? People think more clearly when they're not hungry. They're more content when their full, too. It's probably best for us to talk in the best of moods, right?