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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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...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?

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Food isn't going to put me in a better mood, Guy.

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I bet if I try really hard...

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Just give me the damned tea and sit down.

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[Guy just can't help it. The tea kettle isn't ready yet, so he just does the sitting down part.]

...I was going to start this off with an apology, but then I pictured what kind of face you'd make at that.

[dissonates]

[What, this kind of face?]

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[Yes.]

So I'll forgo that and move on. I'd like to ask you first if there's anything you want me to answer.

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[Answer, huh.] What happened to that girlfriend of yours?

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Presumably she's back at her apartment. Notably without me.

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[There's a long pause as Asch considers this- Guy's words, his tone, the look in his eye. There's a visible and audible lack of what was there the week before.]

...So it's over.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Of course.

Asch...even if we completely ignore the fact that I have gynophobia, I don't love her. I love you.

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Don't give me that look, last week you were practically going to elope. I wanted to be sure.

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It was a very stressful relationship. [He nearly fainted about eight times.]