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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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You're taking the fun out of this.

I must've missed the part where I became your entertainment.

You might've; it's been a gradual process that started over half a year ago.

...I keep forgetting that it's been so long.

Gone by in a flash, huh?

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

I don't know. Are we supposed to keep track or just run with it? I- [And he stops there, not sure if he's willing to admit out loud that he knows absolutely nothing about relationships because he's never had one before.

Not that Guy hadn't already guessed that.]

[Yeah, because Guy definitely got in those long-term relationships with his live-in servitude and gynophobia.]

I think whatever works best is fine. So can I get some coffee now? [That shit ain't gonna make itself, woman.]

[At least he managed some sex experience before hooking up with Daath's most PMSy-virgin.]

Fine, whatever. [You get your way, as usual. He starts making the coffee, because he still wants its. THAT'S THE ONLY REASON OKAY.] What do you need coffee for, anyway? You already have a drink.

Oh, I don't want any.

But you want some.

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

You're a bastard, Guy.

No I'm not, I'm perceptive. There's a difference.

You're a perceptive bastard.

I'll settle for that.

So...it's been half a year. Isn't that some kind of anniversary?

I don't know. Do you want to celebrate?

How would we? [Seriously, how. They've probably done all the conventional anniversary-shit already.]

Don't look at me, the only anniversary celebration I've ever witnessed was my mother's sense of humour.

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Then I guess it's fine. [Except Guy will be thinking of ways for the big one year anniversary in next...February, probably. Maybe January, he's not sure.]

[Asch isn't going to allude to the hope that they actually make it that far.]

How do you celebrate this kind of thing?

Dinner, wine, a planned evening. Sex. Stuff like that.

Besides the planning, that's not exactly an unusual chain of events.

Exactly. An anniversary has to be something significant and unique.

[Asch pauses, considering this for a long moment. Then he tries a Guy tactic, mostly to avoid the fact that he knows he's terrible at thinking up this sort of stuff.]

...So do you think we'll make it that far?