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

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[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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[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.]

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

....Dammit!!

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

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[EXCEPT NOT]

Hey you up there.

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[BANG.]

GODDAMMIT!!

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[lololololol]

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Guy, what the hell!? [Glare, glare. Stop laughing already, you bastard!]

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Asch, what are you doing? [Sip.]

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What the hell does it look like I'm doing? [Bang, bang, bang-]

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It looks like you're fixing the roof. [This is even better than he thought it would be.]

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Then that's what I'm doing. Why would you even bother asking? [Bang, bang. Go away, Guy, and stop looking so smug.]

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What happened to the roof? [He's allowed to ask considering he lives here and all.]

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[....kjahfjhfkf.]

There was an accident! Why are you asking so many questions!?

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Because I live here. ["You idiot."]

What kind of accident?

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There's no need for you to know. I'll have it fixed in an hour. [The roof one, maybe. Maybe. He can't make any promises about Natalia's old bedroom.]

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You broke my house too, you know.

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I said I'm fixing it!!

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Why?

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...Because there's a giant hole in the roof. Why else?

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But don't the houses fix themselves? [Wait for it.]

1/?

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2/idk

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3/jhks fuck

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ffff

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