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I need to speak with one of the Malnosso.

[Today, Asch is all over the place. First to the plaza, to check the item bazaar for a few things; next, to the north edge of the village, above the houses, his favourite spot to ~~blow shit up~~ practice his fonic artes; finally, to the opposite edge, sword practice against the targets inside the barracks. He's gotten so restless since Luke's disappearance and he needs to stay on the move to avoid going crazy.

Feel free to bother him at any of those locations or even en route; he could use some socializing.]

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[FIDGET.] ....If you want me to do something, then, I'm free.

Mmm, no, I can't think of anything I want you to do.

[....O-oi.] But you just said...

I said you were free to offer it. [Guy replaces their lamp on the table he'd been polishing. Their house probably looks like a freaking mansion now.]

[Asch falls silent at that, letting it sink in as he watches Guy work. Then he grits his teeth, biting back a scathing retort, turns on his heel and walks away, heading for his room. Obviously this is going nowhere fast.]

[Eventually Guy will make dinner, and he'll take a tray to Asch's room. He won't go inside, but he'll set it next to his door and knock before leaving again.]

[Asch doesn't answer right away, hesitant about ending up in another fight; when he does, he takes a quick glance around for Guy before giving up and carrying the tray inside his room.

Still angry, then.]

[Just a tad. After cleaning up in the kitchen, Guy heads to his own room.

He leaves the door open, though. If Asch looks outside again, he'll notice.]

[Ha, like he wants Guy's oh-so subtle rejection again. Asch heads out after he's finished his dinner, spotting the open door, and contemplates it for all of ten seconds before walking in the opposite direction to wash his dishes. Let the game continue.]

[Oh Asch, you need to work on your reading. Since that was an invitation.

Guy'll wait, and when Asch passes by, he'll peer curiously out of his door. He really doesn't feel like being generous -or even civil- but it's not like he wants to fight with Asch forever.

...and it really was such a little thing.

So Guy heads out to the kitchen.]

[Considering he's already tried apologizing twice and Guy refused, can you blame him? Asch is only partway through the dishes when Guy arrives, and he glances back at the sound of footsteps, expression wary. Now what?]

[Guy looks down, folding his arms and leaning against the doorjamb as he scuffs his boot against the ground.]

...I may have overreacted.

[Asch averts his eyes at that, lifting the tray to wipe it down.] ...You didn't. [It really was uncalled for. He just hadn't expected it to be so unforgivable.]

[Well, the grudge-holding was what he was referring to, so Guy rubs the back of his neck.] Sorry.

...Are you alright now? [He's still cautious, so he wants to be sure. Scrub, scrub, set aside, scrub, scrub...]

Enough. [Guy has a seat at the table.]

[Asch pauses to consider that, setting aside the last dish and drying his hands before stepping over to the table beside Guy, hands braced on the back of another chair.] ...I don't... really think, when I say most things. ["I'm sorry" just feels so hollow, knowing what the problem is.]

[Oh Asch you say that like it's some big revelation.] I know that. That's why I shouldn't have taken it so hard.

[E-erm. Well.] It's not your responsibility to be immune to my mistakes. Go ahead and get angry- maybe that way I'll actually learn instead of doing the same thing over and over.

I don't know Asch, you seem to enjoy learning things the hard way. Maybe you're some kind of social masochist.

[.....You know, he can't even deny it.] Sh-shut up.

[Guy laughs, and like that the tension is broken. At least, it is for him. Asch might want to angst about it some more.] If you really feel the need to make it up to me still, I could use some coffee.

You drink too much of that. [He could angst, sure, but if Guy's laughing about it, then the worst is probably over. Despite his words he turns back to the counter to start boiling the kettle.]

I do not, I barely drink it. I just need something stronger than tea right now.

[Wait.] ...Asch. Why are you using the kettle?

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