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[There's a brief shuffle, and a strained gasp, before a voice speaks up. Someone's back from a little excursion with John. He doesn't have the energy to lock it.]

...Guy?

Some... help.

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Do you remember how you first started to learn?

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That's the most confusing part. I remember everything about it. I know I can control it. But any time I try, it's... [And here he gestures somewhat helplessly, because how do you explain that you know how to do something but you don't?]

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[Well, he's calm now.] ...maybe you need better incentive.

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Incentive? [Boggle him why don't you.]

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[Guy is going to invade Asch's personal space now, and wrap an arm around him to help him up to his feet.]

Let's get home.

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[Asch hesitates, resisting a little.] Is that really a good idea?

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Something tells me this isn't a problem that'll fix itself in an hour or two, and I don't feel like spending days out here. [So no, it's not a good idea.]

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[Rrrgh. It's not like Asch wants to sit around outside, either, but he definitely doesn't want to blow up the house or something. Dammit.] ...Fine. I'll work on it there.

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Good idea. [Come along now sweetheart.]

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[He'll be sulking the whole way home, too. Stupid Malnosso, messing with his hyperresonance.]

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[Guy can't even bring himself to tease Asch (though that partially because he doesn't want to accidentally trigger his hyperresonance). They make it home and to the bedroom, and Asch is deposited on the bed before Guy heads off to get some tea and something for him to eat.]

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[Asch grumbles quietly to himself and goes about getting changed while Guy's gone. Wearing the same clothes since he'd been kidnapped has made them kind of rank, thank you very much.]

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[Yeah, he should shower too.

Guy returns with tea and- soup. Nothing too strenuous for you, Asch.]

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[And when he gets back to the room he'll find Asch standing stock-still inside by the bed, staring down at his underwear.

His black, lacy, women's underwear.]

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[Guy slowwwwly backs out and closes the door.]

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[And Asch doesn't even hear the door closing because he's too busy shrieking,]

What the hell is this!?

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[Guy would like to clap a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, but he's holding a tray. So he snorts and kind of purses his lips, which doesn't work so well and he just ends up hurrying back to the kitchen before Asch can hear any more.]

I have to use it again because no other icon properly displays his rage

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[His retreat will be followed by a string of expletives and the sound of tearing fabric. Finally, amidst still more cursing, a loud hum and a very small explosion.]

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[SOMETHING IN THEIR HOUSE JUST EXPLODED.

Guy leaves the tray in the kitchen and heads back, cracking the door open.]

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[NAKED ASCH FACE-DOWN AND TWITCHING ON THE BED]

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[...IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A COMICAL SITUATION?!

Guy heads over and sits on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on Asch's shoulder and shaking him.] Asch.

1/idk fuck

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[Asch doesn't move, face buried against a pillow.]

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lj seriously this is for effect

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