[Voice]

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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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[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

[dissonates]

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

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lj seriously this is for effect

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oh fine done

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.....Women's underwear.

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[Asch is going to get PTSD from lingerie.]

I noticed. I'm guessing it's not yours, then.

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[jskdfhkjdf] Of course it's not mine! [Said underwear is now conspicuously absent, thankfully.]

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[This means that John had intentionally dressed Asch in women's underwear.]

I guess that's his reward for giving you back your hyperresonance.

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[The very idea is beyond horrifying.]

How the hell is this a reward!?

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I'm not sure, but then again I'm not into that kind of thing.

But no harm done! I'm the only one who saw it, [and though he won't be forgetting it for a long, LONG time] and it's not like I'll be telling anybody else.

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[................]

But I'm going to be hearing about it later.

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Only if you want to.

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[You get a look, Guy. Because what do you think.]

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All right then, I guess that's settled. Let's just put that mess behind us now.

[dissonates]

[Asch mutters something reasonably agreeable and goes back to getting dressed. Uuuugh, what the hell, Malnosso.]

Weren't you getting tea?