[Action / ...sort of Voice] forward-dated to morning

[dissonates]

[So Asch's hyperresonance has been giving him issues since his return, which has made for some interesting new decor in house #5 - like the hole in his bedroom, giving him a nice view of the hallway - but he's been slowly getting it back, at least to the point where it's been manageable. But every now and then he has these little bursts, for various reasons. Like this morning, when he gets up to make coffee. Gets coffee grinds in his face. Sneezes.

And subsequently blasts a massive hole through the roof of house #5. Oops?

Thus, within a few hours, Asch is up on the roof with some materials, banging away at making something of a repair with his grand construction skills. That is to say, he's pretty much making a mess into a bigger mess. ...Not to mention completely failing to realize that houses regenerate when damaged. AWESOME LOGIC IS GO!

His journal's in his belt, so a particularly clumsy swing and bump of the arm ends up recording a few loud bangs and a stream of cussing worthy of the sailor.]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy comes home to see some redheaded idiot on the roof. He pauses, a bag of groceries balanced on his hip and his hand on the other and opens his mouth.

...then shuts it and heads inside. He wants to put some tea on first because this is going to be way too entertaining to go without.]

[dissonates]

[BANG. BANG. BANG. ...SMASH.]

....Dammit!!

[There's a sudden stream of dirt and splintered wood from the roof to the kitchen.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he was right. He was so right.

Guy brushes some dirt from his shoulder and goes for iced tea instead, because now time is of the essence. He returns outside and watches Asch for a good, long while, waiting to see if he'll be noticed.]

[dissonates]

[Nnnnnope. He keeps working away at it, determined to finish the job before anyone notices or starts bothering him. And he will definitely finish this before Guy gets home, dammit.]

[Action - Placeholder because I am so not awake right now.]

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[Well, Miyabi had been on her way to House #6 actually, to check up on someone, but hearing the banging - and especially the cursing - draws her attention first.

She lands on his roof a good distance away, the sparrow who flew her being petrified of the angry human with a weapon, and hesitates before calling out at a pause between the thudding hammer.]

...Asch?

[Action - goodnight you silly person]

[dissonates]

[Good thing she called between hammers or she'd have gotten another mouthful of cussing due to sudden finger-smashing. Pardon him for being a little ornery.]

What!?

[Action]

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[She's growing more or less accustomed to his foul moods. Does mean she doesn't jump at his shout a little, moving over slowly. She stays a good enough distance away, wary of that hammer, and tilts her head.

Well, she knew what he was doing - making an even bigger mess - so Miyabi goes for a different angle.]

What happened to your house? You weren't attacked, were you?

[Action]

[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[Why hello. There's a certain someone sitting on the path to his house and watching him. Can you guess who?]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[No, not really. He's focused in his work. BANG, BANG, BA- oh crap, the nail slipped, and there goes his boa- RIGHT OFF THE ROOF SHIT LOOK OUT BELOW-]

[Action]

[divinepooch.livejournal.com]

[asd;lfjadsfk;j-DODGE! Nice job.]

[ Action ] 8]b

[sniperkingftw.livejournal.com]

[ A long-nosed man and a skeleton with an afro are sitting on the roof next door watching you..."work." With great interest.

This is totally fine, right? Of course it is, for they also bring commentary with them. Usopp shall idly mention to his partner in crime: ]

...Franky would kick this guy's ass if he saw this, wouldn't he?

[ Action ] /popcorn.gif

[skulljokelol.livejournal.com]

Eh? Why would he? Franky-san is a carpenter- Oh. Oh, is that what he's trying to do?

[ Action ]

[dissonates]

[BANG. BANG. BANG. CURSE.

What is that noise going on down there, can't you see he's trying to work okay. 8|]

[Voice]

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[What a colorful string of curses, Asch! Anise is now intrigued.]

Ooh~ I don't think I've heard that last one! [She giggles.] Everything okay there, though~?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[Oh joy, it's Little Miss Troll. |D Asch is thrilled to hear from her.]

It's fine. Don't ask.

[Voice]

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

It doesn't sound fine to me! You're sounding a little bit more of a grouchyface today, after all~

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[Hey, that angry voice sounds familiar...]

Um, are you all right?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[BANG. By the time he gets around to answering Emil he's significantly less tolerant.]

What do you want!?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

I-I'm sorry, I heard a bang and then you cursing, and... I wanted to make sure you weren't hurt or anything...!

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Sure, it's probably the last thing that Cap'n Grumpy Gus needs but she'll offer anyway.]

Do you need a first-aid kit?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[Oh lordy, Selphie, think twice.]

I just need people to leave me alone!

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Oh good grief, what a grouch!]

Okay, okay. Sorry I asked... Just... be careful.

[Voice]

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

...Having some problems?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

And why would that be anyone's business but mine?

[Voice]

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

Because you're broadcasting it all over the journals like it's everyone's business.