[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.]

Comments

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

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

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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kay.

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...So what?

[H-HE TOTALLY KNEW THAT, SHUT UP]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

So it'll do a hell of a better job than you would. [Oh he is so bad.]

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[I SAID SHUT UP]

It's cold outside.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...it's summer.

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It's cold today!

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

It's comfortable today.

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Then you're some kind of freak of nature. I'm cold, and there's a draft blowing through the house.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Okay Guy is the one who grew up somewhere warm and temperate and you were the one who spent half your life in the WINDIEST CITY ON THE PLANET.]

Put up a tarp until it mends itself?

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[Yeah well SHUT YOUR FACE TROPICAL ISLAND BOY]

I've already fixed half of it, I might as well finish. [Otherwise he'd be acknowledging his failure and forgetfulness. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS, GUY.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Should you, now?

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Shut up.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

You shut up.

Get down from there. [Because I win.]

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....

[Ugh, fine. But you're still a bastard.

He doesn't bother responding; simply kicks one of the (badly) nailed boards away and drops down into the hole.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Ahahaha look at that tantrum, you are such a kid.

Guy heads inside.]

[dissonates]

[And since he never got his coffee (stupid hyperresonance, stupid roof), Asch is waiting in the kitchen. Not actively working to make the coffee, just waiting there, since he knows Guy will be coming in. Just because he's being obediant today doesn't mean he doesn't know Guy.

...Plus, well. Groceries.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Hey, make some coffee. [Guy's gonna order you around now.]

[dissonates]

You make some coffee. I can't run that stupid machine of yours.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I'm not the one that busted our roof, you do it.